Alarm bells rang for me before during one of our conversations, and with that, I mentally and emotionally scaled back already. I tried my best to accommodate and be gracious, but at the end of the day I know that I was just making do with instead of really accepting it.
I am not upset or even depressed when he ended it.
What I am, is pissed that he chose to end it in the way I thought it would only happen in movies. Unfortunately knowing my cosmic karma, since that happened to Carrie Bradshaw, I should have known that it would eventually happen to me. Remember Carrie and Berger?
No it didn't happen on a Post-it. It was on Watsapp, and the message was very eerily similar. I won't repeat exactly what was written; only the BFF knows exactly what it is, and even he chuckled over the similarities.
And at a time when I needed the emotional support the most; my dog got fed a small piece of corn cob and I was panicking in hysteria over it. He was "supportive" at first and there was no indication he would drop the bomb to me immediately the next early morning. We arranged to meet around 8am around my place to bring my dog to the vet, and at 7.58pm, he sent me a breakup Watsapp. Naise. Very naise. And in confusion, though I knew better, I texted back a question mark.
Carrie at the very least got breakup sex. I didn't even get any form of explanation, much less sex.
Now that I have ranted here, and over on Facebook, Twitter and Watsapp(with a friend), I feel much better. I shall always remember this experience of the day I got broken up with with a Post-it.
Ok fine Watsapp.
- Current Mood: pissed off
- Current Music:Christina Aguilera ft. Blake Shelton - Just a Fool