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So I messaged him. Jock I mean. I told him that it was weird how we broke up and I hated it. I wanted to know if I was wasting my time and my affection by wanting to see how things go. I wasn’t really prepared for his answer. “Normally it would be a straight yes its done, but need time to think it over. I know thats a shit answer but I don’t want to force it then regret the wrong choice. You’re still my hummingbird!” What the fucking…
Read MoreI think it’s time to face facts. He’s really over me. And this breakup is making me sick. Probably not just the breakup of course, but things are not going well for me right now. Remember the envelopes I gave him for our one year anniversary? Well, I’ve told him he has to give those back now he’s moved on. And he has definitely moved on. Ms. S or whatever her name is, is welcome to him. She’s clearly more exciting than I am and even if things don’t work…
Read MoreI made a promise and I’m sticking to it. But man is it proving difficult already. He’s dumping my shit off tomorrow so I don’t have to see him, yet I’m tidying my stuff up in case he wants to come inside and have a chat. He won’t, of course, he’s been online talking to HER all day and every time I see it, it drives me crazy. The sooner he drops those envelopes off, the sooner I can delete him, and then my head won’t be filled with fifty…
Read MoreSo…. A lot’s happened. Clearly I’ve not had time to talk about it. I don’t really know where to start. Day two of my week off and I actually managed to leave the house today. Granted it took me about two and a half hours to get ready for just thirty minutes out the house and in the end, I didn’t talk or see anyone, but it was a start. It’s been a tough few days. Jock and I agreed to talk. The night before he went to the other…
Read MoreWell. Jock and I were talking. And then he broke up with me again. And then we were talking. And then he came to see me. That’s pretty much what’s going on here. Maybe add a couple more make-up’s / break-up’s? He came over last night. I didn’t let him stay but we talked and shouted and fought about shit that probably doesn’t even matter. We went out for a coffee and then later on, we went out for something to eat. I didn’t eat, of course. My stomach had…
Read MoreI had sex. I had great sex. I had four minutes of pure, unadulterated climax-seeking, and I found it with a big explosive ending that left my legs wobbly and my sheets wet. You’re gonna be pissed at me but it was with Jock. I don’t even care. I needed it. And let’s be honest – there would have been no point in having sex with someone new because then I probably wouldn’t cum at all, or I would have had to do it myself and then what would have…
Read MoreHaving sex with him didn’t make me feel better. It made me feel worse. I don’t think that was a great idea. It was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get away from me. He was up at 6am when we had our fight and left for his assessment at 7am. He came back to mine at 2pm and immediately threw into the conversation that he wouldn’t be staying at mine in case he had the interview tomorrow and because he had shit to do. We went out for…
Read MoreA cancer scare isn’t a lot of fun but it certainly helps to clear things up and put things into perspective, doesn’t it? I tried to go with that positivity-thought bollocks but honestly, the professionals already found a polyp. The consultant told me that it would be rare for me to have those because of my age. He also guaranteed my mother that I wouldn’t have diverticulitis and I had that too. I’m a medical marvel apparently. Fucks sake. I’m not holding my breath for my test results to come…
Read MoreI woke up irrationally angry today. Well, I didn’t actually wake up irrationally angry. Jock made me irrationally angry. He STILL hasn’t tried to contact me. He STILL doesn’t know that I might have cancer. And then, when I stalked his Facebook page and see that he’d re-friended that Ex that he promised me he would NEVER friend on there again, I saw red. I deleted his number. I blocked him on Facebook. I’m done. To be fair, I did tell him if he ever friended her again, that would…
Read MoreI’m slightly calmer today. I think that’s because my irrationally angry side has now been replaced by complete and utter CRAZY. This morning, for example, I went through every photo over the last year and a half on my Facebook page and slowly but surely untagged Jock from each and every one of them. He can’t be bothered to find out if I have cancer, he doesn’t deserve my great photography on his Facebook page. Petty? Yes. Satisfying? Totally. Cue bitchy smile. Hey, at least I’m smiling! Last night I…
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