It’s over.
What a relief, right? (*sarcasm* – kinda…)
TC broke up with me via text last Thursday night. He made mention of being a Cancer and how he’s not what I want. Then said “Be well”.
(Ironically, my biggest problems with Cancers have been during full moon cycles… This happened 1.5 days before August’s.)
I tried calling; he didn’t answer. I left a very brief voicemail and then sent him a text message.
He continued to break up with me in text messages.
I did not argue. I did not respond.
And I will not do him the justice of posting it here like he’d “hoped”.
It was sent to my bestest of friends. I love them so much! ❤
After that, I went out and bought a pack of cigarettes and drank the rest of my vodka.
Basically, he couldn’t get comfortable with my blog – even though he’s always known about it (without it, he never would have even fucking met me) and always maintained I should never change it.
He said he would just avoid reading it. (You see… There was an ‘incident’ on the Sunday after I returned from my first visit to him – I will tell you about that in a few days…)
But he read my post about this weekend anyway, and rather than read the follow-up post two days later which was much more fair to and understanding of him, he decided to jump to a stupid, drastic conclusion and end “us”.
What a jerk.
You were right, Ann and Kay.
But you already knew that…
