My ex was texting my friend and my friend asked me if he should mention me. At first I was hesitant but then I said okay. I waited in suspense and my friend texted me back saying that my ex’s reply wasn’t very good. This is what my ex had to say: “Fuck that fat slut! I’m getting mad just thinking about her.” I thought it was quite funny really.
First of all, I sure as hell wasn’t fat when the bastard came up to me the night we met. I sure as well wasn’t fat when he took off my clothes and I wanted to put them back on while he begged for me not too. I’m considered a slut now because I didn’t give up my virginity? Yeah! ‘Cause that’s what sluts do. Wow! I’m so happy that you are the smartest mother fucker in the world! Let’s give this boy a round of applause everyone!
I’ll admit, it did hurt a little that this asshole actually thought I was fat all along and uses it against me now. But what kills me even more is that there’s actually someone out there who hates me so fucking much that they wish harm against me and isn’t mature enough to just say, you know what I rather not talk about her.
Forgive and learn. Move on and grow.
I just wish you could see that.
Secretly I hope he doesn’t find a place to stay come spring break. I hope he has to end up at his brother’s house and I hope everyone see’s right through him. The cruel, evil person he really is because I see right through you. I hope every fucking person that knew we were dating asks you about me! I hope that while you are here, you fucking suffer like I did for six months, with having to see every damn street, place, and every moment of you and I spent in this damn valley!