Paranoid Prick

April 30, 2013September 21, 2025 notsosexinthecity Breakups, Cheating, Jealous

What’s the point in not cheating in a relationship if you’re only going to get accused of it, then treated like you have? If I thought I’d gone off One Ball before, it was nothing compared to right now. Because right now, I think he’s a paranoid prick… and I’m starting to really dislike him.

So, a little background before I fall head-first into my little rant: I got bored and text Grey despite being in a “happy” relationship with One Ball. Grey asked to meet up (and fuck for days,) but I’m a good girl now, so I said no and didn’t go.

Got that? All caught up? Awesome.

Good girl shit

So, yeah, I didn’t go and see Grey. I really, really wanted to. Fuck, I was/am like an addict gone cold turkey, and it would’ve been so easy to fall right on to his dick.

But no. I turned down what would probably have been the best sex of my life (again) and chose to hang out with purely platonic friends instead. That was the smart move, right? The right move?

Lolzzzz.

I went shopping with purely platonic friends, then had some lunch with purely platonic friends, then had a little smoke on the esplanade with my purely platonic friends.

And I didn’t look at my phone once.

You know how it goes when you’re chatting and drinking and eating and smoking with your favourite people: one hour passes by in what feels like three-and-a-half minutes. Time disappears. It really does fly when you’re having fun… like, there’s a proverb for a reason.

“Your bag is buzzing like a beehive,” one purely platonic friend said, pointing to my bag.

No bees, thankfully. You know how afraid I am of them. It was my phone, though; my sister to be precise. 7 missed calls from her… plus a whole bunch of other notifications that I didn’t pay attention to because what the fuck is 7 missed calls from a sister that only texts?

I honestly thought that someone had died.

“Oh, you’re not dead, then?” my sister said as she answered my return call.

“No, I’m clearly not dead,” I said back, baffled. “Why did you call so many times?”

“Your boyfriend thinks you’re dead,” she explained.

My boyfriend thinks I’m what?!?

Paranoid

My boyfriend didn’t actually think that I was dead: he thought I was in bed with Grey, but he didn’t want to say that to my sister, whose number I didn’t even realise he had. Why the fuck did my boyfriend of a few months have my sister’s number in his phone when they’ve never met?

I was so many shades of pissed off at this point, I was ready to say goodbye to him for good.

He’d text me a few times, then when I didn’t answer, text my sister instead. He’d ordered flowers for me once and my sister is the florist, so he’d saved the number from when he’d ordered.

Weird?

She ignored the text because why the fuck is my boyfriend texting her to find out where I am. Why would he assume that she even knew? She didn’t know where I was, didn’t know what to say back, and wasn’t even sure if she should take him seriously.

That’s when OB started to call her. Three times. No: five times in total.

The fucking psychopath.

“How long have you not been in contact with him?” my sister asked.

“Two or three hours,” I replied.

Our ‘for fuck’s sakes’ came out in unison, which made us both laugh in that cackling way that sisters do together. Snorts. Wheezes. You know.

I had to end the call with my sister because OB started calling me. Again. And he was in such a vile, vicious mood when I answered.

“Are you with Grey?” he demanded, without bothering to say hi, hello, how are you, or anything else first.

“No,” I tutted. “I am not with Grey. I have not seen Grey. I am not going to see Grey.”

OB asked the same question twice more, then tried again with slightly different verbiage, all the while I got more and more pissed off.

First of all, what I get up to isn’t really any of his business, is it? Or do I need to tell him everything I’m doing, every time I’m doing it? Because I don’t know what he’s up to all the time, nor would I want to. It’s hard enough trying to keep up to date and in check with my own life, let along someone else’s as well.

Secondly, I’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, yeah, I text Grey – but OB doesn’t actually know that, nor did I do anything wrong in those messages. I haven’t done anything wrong full stop. Like, I could’ve done lots of bad things… but I didn’t. I haven’t. I chose to be a good girlfriend to OB.

But OB is acting like I’ve fucked Grey and half the town. He’s furious with me for not being contactable for two to three hours, and the venom dripping from his voice is clear as day. He thinks – no: believes – that I’ve spent the day, or at least two to three hours in it, fucking another man.

Had I known that OB would’ve reacted like this anyone, I’d have gone right ahead and fucked Grey. I honestly wish I had now.

Why is he being such a paranoid prick?!

The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Boom! (I Think We’re Breaking Up)

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