For those that don’t know me on a very personal level here’s a short version of what happened previous to the events noted in this blog.
2008
So my ex and I had been dating for something over 2years and things were great, except for the fact that he was a cheap-skate (it’s true – not slander, the guy made me pay for everything, right down to his petrol home, etc) but we were still happy and in love and blah blah blah. So somewhere between me making friends with a girl he worked with and us breaking up – he started banging her. Before I knew it, she was telling me that I’m too good for him and I should leave him, blah, blah, blah (we now know why) of course I wouldn’t leave him for no solid reason – but then he and I fought more about meaningless things and she fell pregnant…or so I was told. They had an abortion (and again – unwanted grapevine info I received which I can’t confirm if it’s true) and he married her somewhere along the line and now they have a baby girl. (She’s super cute!!! – these things I just can’t lie about) so supposedly they are very happily married and yadda yadda ya…
2009 to present
So this is what good ol’ wifey does:
She starts following me on Twitter.
Creates a fake email account and pretends to have an interest in my company but has more interests in my personal life.
Both of them send my current boyfriend friend requests on Facebook.
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So she starts asking me personal questions about my life, leaving random anonymous statements on all social networks that no one else knows but my ex.
So my friends and I scheme that she couldn’t be very happy in her current situation coz why else would she stalk and annoy me??? Unless she’s an immature dimwit!!! Well she told me that she’s very mature – hehehe
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I get tired of the stalking and constant interference in my life so I email her asking her what’s her deal. She comes back with; oh I think my husband might have done all these things. Really? Lol. She then adds that she is so happy to hear that I have happily moved on with my life and I’m not the silly immature girl I used to be. WTF??? This is a 19year old stalking her husbands ex gf telling me shit like this!!! Hahaha well that was that —until she told her husband that I’m bothering her. He emails me telling me to leave her alone and get on with my life. Instantly I sent the ASS-CLOWN all the emails showing he that she stalked me with and proof of all her dumb silly school girl bullshit. I didn’t get a response back from him or her.
I just don’t get it, what more could this silly little girl want from me? I’m life is an open book, if you ask, I will tell you. Why stalk me and create hundreds of fake persona’s online and try to dig info from me? Is she bored or just insecure knowing she could never be me? I’m not tooting my own horn, but really? The ladies at work suspect that he compares her to me or something like that. Hey, I’m no angel and I know that I have my wrongs. But when you’re 19years old and have a baby, get married, don’t have much of a career….along with your husband being about 2 or 3 years older than you – life will be tough. You won’t get everything right the first time. Just deal with it as it comes and learn.
Oh well, so that’s what’s been going on in my life….people please leave your exes alone, it’s good to say Hi if you see them in the mall or come across their facebook profiles, etc. Everyone looks up their exes on facebook, with hopes that their fatter or have miserable sad lives now that you’re not there. But at the end of the day, they are not sitting there and thinking about you, so why waste a minute of your precious time stalking them and their spouses. It’s just childish and makes you look psychotic!
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My ex and I didn’t have a pleasant break up, we had planned our future together, right down to buying a boat and kids names, everything. He decided to pick me up from work that day and swore to me on his dads grave that he loved me and only wanted to be with me. Normally he would have supper with us but this time he didn’t want to come into my house. His phone kept ringing and he kept cutting the call. Finally I picked up the call and this angry girl was swearing him and crying…it was just sad, she made it clear that she wanted her bank card back from him because she was going back to Durban to her parents. I asked him why he had her bank card, he says “she asked me to hold on to it when we went for lunch” …………yes because bank cards are these massive heavy things that can’t fit into our pockets o_0 I left it, why argue with a fool? I don’t question liars, if I know their talking shit, I leave them to bathe in their stupidity.
Five minutes after that he left me at my gate, I went inside, took off my shoes and she called me, crying and just so worked up. I told her to slow down and tell me what’s going on. He told her he would leave me and they would live happily ever after, everything he promised me, he promised her. Took both our bank cards and had a joy ride with them. She told me everything, it had gone on for a good few months, blah, blah, blah, they both broke my heart….shattered it to pieces and happy danced over it. So that was actual heart break, I felt like my insides were caving in and eating me up alive. I cried, I stomped around the house. My dad had to see a client of his so he told my mum to take my phone away and switch it off. He would deal with the situation when he got home. This was 6pm……crying……………more crying……………shouting……………and eventually fell asleep on the cold tiles. My mum said that every now and again my body would go into a small fit, she wasn’t sure whether I should be hospitalised or institutionalised. LOL So my dad got home at 11pm, asked me to tell him what happened and I did. He told me to wash my face and go to bed; I had work the next morning. I was expecting, bring me the gun, grab a plank and let’s beat the crap out of that SOB. My mum asked me why I’m so hung up on the guy, heart break is painful but why would I want to be with a guy that would hurt me like this…….I mustered up all my courage and told her, I slept with him (he was my first and you always have that special connection with your first – I think, I don’t know anymore) My parents sat there, jaw-dropped….the girl that preached to the world that abstinence was the key, you didn’t have to wait for marriage but never let your husband be last in line. I went to bed very quickly after that, not much was said.
Went to work, tried to contact him and her and that day was just miserable. Got home and the next day was Good Friday, so went to bed early, had to appetite, my sister just laid there next to me, trying to distract my mind. (Love you sis!)
Friday I sat there just sobbing and thinking of ways I could make him see that he should be with me, we belonged together (of course at this stage I didn’t know she was pregnant). My parents came up to me and gave me the best advice I have ever received in life. “You’re sitting here, crying over a boy who couldn’t see how wonderful you really are, he hurt you and tried to break you down and now, he has your money, he has run off with your friend and they are having a good time, do you think he’s thinking about you? Do you think he’s crying? No….he got what he wanted from you and he is enjoying he life, now you can spend the next 6months or 6years of your life crying over someone that didn’t deserve you or crying and fight with your pillow through the course of the weekend and go back to work on Tuesday the beautiful, smart, cheerful person you are. Don’t cry over someone that will never shed a tear over you.” With that, I went to my room, cleaned up all his stuff. Put my music on loud and cried, reminisced and got over it. It hurt for while but I wasn’t willing to put my life on hold and try to figure out all the why’s and what if’s….I was young and I had a bright future ahead of me. Mistakes made and lessons learnt, time to move on.
