Okay, so I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone today and he said something about this girl that we both can't stand and her post on Facebook about "why do people have to freak out over a failed relationship" (I'm not friends with her, but he is, and he obviously knew she was talking about me) and I proceeded to tell him about how she came to my friend's going away party and how she wouldn't shut the fuck up about her adventures with my ex.
Well listen here, "hon":
I went out with my ex for TWO YEARS. TWO YEARS. Not two weeks, not two months, but two years. And what's worse than the fact that we went out for that fucking long is the fact that he was my FIRST RELATIONSHIP. I don't know how to fully deal with a breakup. I don't know how long it's gonna take me to get over him. I could understand if I only went out with him for about a month and created all this drama - now THAT would be something to complain about. But we went out for two years, so you pretty much have NO FUCKING RIGHT to judge me about this whole thing.
I loved him. I really, truly loved him. You think you been through everything with him, but you're dead wrong. Were you with him when he went on the Empire State Building even though he's absolutely terrified of heights? Did you freeze your ass off at almost every home soccer game his senior year? Were you there when he cried in frustration over gaining muscle weight or when he cried at his last high school soccer game?
Nope, that was all me.
And I don't care if you hate me or not, a good person would actually have the decency to not excessively talk about someone's ex when they're sitting right there. Especially if they went out for two years and they're still not over this whole fucking ordeal. I know he's over it, but it's just because he hangs out with people who hate me. You, for example.
So I will admit that I am definitely a psychopath about this whole thing, but let me tell you that if I ever, ever hear about you talking shit about me on Facebook again....no, forget it, I don't wanna get arrested for threatening you on the internet. 'Cause everyone would rather believe your story than mine. God forbid anyone listens to my side without countering me or "going off".
Thank God I'm going to school three hours away from all this shit.
*steps off of soap box*
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