I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. When God wants you to really let go of something, and finds you are taking too long or not able to do it yourself, He allows something ridiculous to happen so it is a no-brainer for you to walk away from it and keep steppin for good.
The last time I struggled with a situation like this, I had to have an ex tell me he let his ex suck his dick, move a little person into his house, and impregnate her, before I got the hint.
It’s over boo.
Dead, decomposing horse, turning to glue.
So here I am again. Yall have been on the journey you’ve seen me get up, fall down, get riled up over my ex-fiance.
Welp, no more.
I told yall I hate Facebook. But I admitted I stalk from time to time.
I was strongly considering unfriending him, feeling quite empowered. It was time. No need to keep torturing myself or looking for something. I guess a Mary J. Blige concert will do that to you.
Well, this fool went to Vegas.
He had an interesting exchange with a woman who said, she still couldn’t figure out how he got her panties,
to which he replied, “The bigger mystery is how I stole that ass.”
Ok, before yall jump on me, the relationship is over. I know. But neither one of us unfriended the other, and barely a month ago this fool is declaring how he is trying everything under the sun to have work assign him to come to me and how we need to have this grand talk and all sorts of nonsense.
So, I unfriended him. I sent him a text basically telling him never to speak to me again and that I thought we could be friends, but popping off on Facebook is some ridiculoussness and while it’s been almost two years since our split, I’m still feeling disrespected. Keep whatever happened in Vegas in Vegas. I told him I must have been nuts to keep hanging on, but he no longer has to worry about that. Send me your new address and I’ll send you the ring.
So he texts me from a different number asking what he did wrong.
First of all, if you didn’t take the time to at least look at your most recent posts regarding Vegas on Facebook before asking me that, you don’t deserve a refresher. Put quite simply, you are a dumbass. I put it out there. I’m not trying to be vague. I said, foolishness on Facebook and Vegas. Put it together, please.
Either way, he can really say whatever he wants now. I won’t see it. Good luck. Please take photos of the two of us down now, that’s all I ask.
My friend told me to go home sick if I’m really messed up.
I will not do that over his ass again. I won’t.
I actually want to punch a punching bag or do some push ups. I want to fight and beat up on something.
I don’t know who this dude is at all anymore.
So thank you God. I hear you. Dang. That was harsh, but effective. Can’t hate.