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On day seven, I woke up and knew something was wrong right away. I had no morning text message from Brown Eyes. He’s always up and awake long before me in the morning so it was unusual for me to wake up and not be greeted by a text. It’s usually the sign of a bad day for him, I’ve learned to recognise that now. He’d been a little funny with me the night before, seemingly short with no X’s and O’s at the end of his messages. That was…
Read MoreI need to tell you a secret. In fact, I need to tell you a whole bunch of secrets. I’ve been lying. Well … Not really lying. More omitting the truth. Either way, I need to tell you some stuff. He kept telling me he was sorry, endless voicemails and emails because he was blocked everywhere else. There was a rose, a beautiful, colourful one because I was a beautiful, colorful girl. And there was the note that came with it, that beautiful note that told me he was going…
Read MoreBacon Sandwiches & Blowjobs continued… I’ve never given a blowjob with an actual ice cube in my mouth before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve sucked on an ice cube and let it melt (or popped it out my mouth) to go down on a guy before, but I’ve never had an ice cube and a dick in my mouth at the same time. That all changed the other day when Brown Eyes playfully shoved one in my mouth and ordered me to suck his dick. Not that I needed much…
Read MoreI read it. Them. The three emails. I managed to keep my cool for about half an hour and then I lost my shit. I wrote out a nasty, spiteful email in return, with the full intention of sending it to him but I won’t. I’ll just keep ignoring him. I felt better for just writing it all down if I’m honest, and then I figured I might as well share my rant with you fine folks! Oh and before I start the rant, this blog post is a rebuttal…
Read MoreWhen I woke up this morning, I had one more voicemail and three emails. He’s really working his way around the various communication methods here, isn’t he? After my last DO NOT text and DO NOT call message, it would appear he still hasn’t got the hint which is a shame because I’m still REALLY angry. (Previous Post: Thursday) It was his last email that really got me. It was his way of explaining why he’d REALLY dumped me. Apparently. I’m expecting you to dissect this but I’m not after…
Read MoreDo you ever angrily write half a blog post and then realise it’s pointless, has no point and you don’t even know where it’s going? That’s what keeps happening the last few days. I keep half-writing angry blog posts about the fucking douchebag who broke my heart, but halfway through I realise it’s pointless. He changes his mind so often, by the time I’ve finished a blog post, he’s already changed his thoughts / tact / opinion so then I’d just need to write another one. I did say keeping…
Read MoreGuess what I did? In fact, I’ll save you the trouble of guessing. I text Brown Eyes. Of course I did. Wait, wait, don’t lose your shit yet. I should explain this morning’s back-story first for those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter, which you should do obviously. My love life is always wonderfully entertaining… For everyone else. Groan. He messaged me this morning: Right-o. No mention of the breakup, why we broke up, no sorry, no nothing. And what makes it worse is that he doesn’t…
Read MoreI’m pretty sure I just got dumped. I say I’m pretty sure, the Facebook unfriend and Whatsapp blocking gave the game away and just in case that wasn’t quite enough, he blocked my number for calls and texts too. Oh and Instagram. I’ve checked. I’m not really sure what happened. We didn’t fight, Brown Eyes and I. We weren’t even having a chat at the time. I just noticed the “online x minutes ago” had disappeared from his name on my open Facebook tab and when I clicked to investigate…
Read MoreWhen he’s not being really intense and super argumentative, Brown Eyes is a lot of fun. Not just in a sexual way, in every way. But today’s post is all about the sexual way. I’ve not even started writing yet and I can already promise you this one will be #NSFW. I’d made lunch ready for when he came ‘home’. It was his home, not mine, but for all intents and purposes, it’s our home. It might as well be, he keeps telling me it is plus I’ve started to…
Read MoreLife with him is like a whirlwind. It’s crazy. We’ve had two fights in two days, both of which resulted in me sleeping in his giant bed alone and him spending the night on the couch. I got the train over on Saturday night, the end date to be confirmed. This morning when I woke up alone for the second time, I realised four nights was too long, I needed to go home. My eyes were still a little swollen and sore from too many silly tears, and we’d started…
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