As I was sitting on the couch with School Boy tonight, conversation was flowing out. We even talked about our exes.
Later, as I was sitting down and recapping everything that happened while he was here, it hit me like a ton of bricks. We were talking about our EXES.
I’m moving on. I’m looking into relationships with other guys. Guys that aren’t him. It’s not just a fling or a booty call for me, these guys are actual potential boyfriends. And my ex is becoming a thing of the past.
There’s no more running back to him. There’s no more letting him have this control over me, and me being weak for him.
It was strange to talk about an ex with a potential boyfriend. This is a first for me.
In a way, it felt kind of… like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, while at the same time so strange.
Life is actually moving on and rolling.
I had somewhat wanted to keep in touch with my ex every now and then, but I realized on Thanksgiving… he can be a douche bag and I don’t need that. I texted him 3 AM, Black Friday, to wish him a happy Thanksgiving, knowing he would be up. I had been busy with family and shopping before that, so I didn’t want to start a conversation with him while I was going to be busy.
He responded back with “Why are you texting me this the day after?”. What the hell? I’m trying to be nice here. So I tell him I was busy, and he responds back with “Oh, okay. Well thanks I guess” or something to that effect, and I say no problem. Then he asks me what the point was of me texting him and I tell him to be nice, and that he doesn’t need to be acting like a jerk because I’m just trying to be nice. He comes back at me with “I’ll do whatever I want, thanks”. I don’t even think I answered him back.
I don’t need that in my life. I’m not going to try to be nice to him anymore and wish him well on holidays. He can forget that if he’s going to be an asshole back.
So really, with this whole life moving on thing? It feels good. I’m embracing it.
I’m getting new experiences under my belt.
With all the love in my body,