Erm…. So Someone New sent me a message last night. On Instagram too quite bizarrely. I don’t know why he messaged me on there. I don’t think we’ve ever sent each other a message on there before. I didn’t even know you could direct message. I learn something new every day!
I guess he deleted my number. That’s probably why he sent me that message on Instagram. He said I’d popped up on his feed and he hoped my tests went OK. Yeah right, He saw the first picture I put up of The Director and I. Yes, that’s right. We went public. Well, I did. He told me to. We’re not even Facebook friends yet and I’ve done the big Insta-reveal… An action I’ll no doubt live to regret. I bet Someone New saw it. I bet that’s why he sent that message.
I don’t really know why he messaged me. There didn’t seem to be any point to it. Every message he sent felt like a conversation killer but he still kept responding to my replies. In the end I didn’t bother responding at all. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. So I just didn’t bother. What’s the point? He’s clearly hurting because I obviously hurt him and there’s no chance of me ever going back there. What would be the point in dragging it all up again? It’ll do him more damage than it’ll do me. He was never right for me to begin with. We all knew that, right?
We talked about his new pooch and how he now takes up my spot on the couch. Nice little jab there, thanks very much. I let that one slide. He’s ‘finding his feet again’ after working too much and watching too much bad TV. I guess that one was meant to make me feel bad too. Breaking up from me was ‘the kick in the arse’ he needed in order to sort his life out. And then he apologised, saying he should have kept his mouth shut.
Well, yes. Of course you could have kept your mouth shut. You shouldn’t have messaged me at all. It was done with. You knew the reasons why we broke up. You knew your actions would cause my reaction. I’m territorial over my men. The other women in your life had been a constant cause of concern to me, something I never hid from you, yet you purposely went on a date with a home-wrecking whore and rubbed it in my face when I was sick and in my bed. Nice move. That’s why you got ditched mate.
He didn’t keep his mouth shut though. He responded again. So I responded again with:
“It was good to hear from you. I don’t know if we can be friends but I’m here if you need anything. I didn’t like that we ended, or the way it ended, but y’know. Yeah.”
That was my conversation killer – the message to end all messages. It’s over and done with, I’m not prepared to talk about it, I’ll be there for you if you end up wanting to kill yourself and need someone to talk you back from over the edge but that’s it… Nothing more. Nothing less. We’re finished with.
I wasn’t prepared for his response.
“I didn’t particularly like it either and wondered for weeks what I could have done to try and fix things. I still do. But well like you say… Y’know. It’s been nice though to chat again.”
Seriously? Stop messaging back now. Stop it. My message was the last one that needed to be sent. There’s no going back here. Stop making it weird. I’m not going to explain to you why we broke up again. It hasn’t been nice to chat. It has been weird to chat and I’m now wondering what you want and when you’re going to message me again.
I didn’t respond to his last message. I have nothing to say to his last message. I have nothing I want to say. I’m done. I feel bad that it went that way, yes, but not enough to do anything about it. I waited around for days hoping you’d text or call and you didn’t. If you didn’t understand me enough to know I’d WANT you to call me, after eight months of dating, you’ll never know me. It wasn’t worth wasting my time on.
Harsh but true.
But yeah, he messaged me. Funnily enough so did The Lapdog. I just wasn’t bothered enough about the text to write about it. I think that pretty much says it all, don’t you?
I wonder what Someone New wanted though. I wonder what the point was behind the message?