So on friday I mentioned how my ex of 8 years was calling me. I don't know, but it seems like I'm the only person I know, who is routinely stalked by her exes. I mean, the ex husband came back around for a while. The ex fiance still calls me and I ignore him. The ex booty call still texts me from time to time, and this ex bf, Z, has been the longest. I tell them all to stop. So I'm on ignore mode.
It is a nice ego boost, because what they all tell me is how fabulous I am and how stupid they were for letting me go. Like I didn't know that. I've learned my own worth, on my own, without them. But there comes a point when it's time to move on. I don't still hate them for treating me like crap. I've taken the responsibility for allowing it, and moved on. Unpacked those bags. I have no desire to rekindle anything, because anything we had was built on lies.
Our relationship wasn't roses. It was turd sandwhiches at best. He was my first boyfriend after I was separated from my ex husband. So, he was equally as abusive, and I thought it was ok. Only, he was also mentally insane. He would lock me in the house with deadbolts, there was no lock, just a key. He claimed he forgot to leave the key if I called to tell him what he did. If I was on the computer and he called, he came right home. He was more derogatory to me than my ex husband. My ex husband actually went to school with him and he felt the need to protect me from him. Imagine that one. Who's worse?
Turns out he was cheating on me, and eventually I cheated on him. It was my one and only time in my life for cheating. It was hard to get away from him, and with the help of a good friend, I finally did, and got out on my own. I stayed in contact with him for a while after we "broke up". He would stop over from time to time too. He hated that I had a boyfriend, even though he had a girlfriend and drove her car to my house. (he never had anything of his own)
He put a note under my bed once when he was over. Stating that he and I were having relations. Then he called my answering machine when my new boyfriend was there and proceeded to say to check under my bed cus he was in it with me.
I told you he was insane. He also cut himself in front of me several times for no reason other than he is insane. I can't talk to him because last we spoke, he knew I was happily in love with the manfriend. I don't know that he would try to sabotage me again, but crazy is as crazy does, and I don't need the drama. Period.
I certainly don't miss those days.