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So, I tried to be cool about the fact Jock blew me out to hang out with his guy friend, but it is pissing me off. I’m not cool about it. I’m immensely pissed off and I don’t feel like I can talk to him about it because there’s a chance I’m being unreasonable. I hate the fact that I’m annoyed right now. Annoyed about a man choosing to hang out with his boy-friends over me. I’m not that girl anymore. I might’ve been that girl once upon a time,…
Read MoreOne Ball read my fucking blog. Because of course he wasn’t going to let our breakup go by easy. I can’t work out if this is going to be a big fuck-you blog post to him, or a big bye-bye blog post to you lot. I’m battling two very different sides of myself right now. Let me tell you the story of what happened on my second date with Jock. Jock and I went shopping for our second date, stopped to have some coffees, and then he dropped me home…
Read MoreI don’t have time for a relationship. I’m not over my ex yet. I literally broke up with a completely different ex less than a week ago. Those are all the reasons I should stop talking to the hunky Jock who’s been taking up all of my time. We haven’t met yet, but man have we talked. And talked. And talked. It’s like we can talk forever, about anything, without ever getting bored. You know what that means, don’t you? My head’s getting all carried away with itself. I can’t…
Read MoreI feel like I should explain my previous post; that letter to One Ball I wrote. I actually initially wrote it in anger and then edited so it was more explanatory than vengeful before I gave it to him … which was definitely a good idea. We did the whole breaking up thing a few days ago and it’s still all raw and weird. We’ve been texting a bit, mostly him asking why I refused to give things a go with him and me telling him – repeatedly – that…
Read MoreDear One Ball, There are a lot of reasons I broke up with you, and I know that you’re going to disagree with at least 90% of them. But you wanted a list so I’m giving it to you. Don’t say I never offered you closure. To start with, I’m terrified that you’ll read my blog … again. I haven’t written in it properly for months, and I think it’s because I’m worried that I’ll say too much, you’ll read it, and then we’ll fight because you’re upset. It feels…
Read MoreI did it. I broke up with One Ball. I broke up with him because I didn’t have time for a relationship, and definitely not the relationship we were trying to have. I’m trying to spin too many plates at once. It’s not him, it’s me. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So, I decided to remove myself from all dating applications and sites and NOT look for a man. I need to focus on myself for a while. Get my life back on track, then find time to insert a partner into…
Read MoreIt’s been an interesting weekend, peeps. The crush with One Ball’s best friend that I talked about in my previous post? Yep, it’s grown in intensity. I’ve started imagining his face when I’m fucking myself with a toy at night. Worse than that: I’ve started imagining his face when I’m fucking One Ball. That’s bad, right? Like … really, really bad. I’m not doing it deliberately. It’s happening by accident, and it’s taking everything in me not to call my boyfriend by his best friend’s name. But it seemed to…
Read MoreRight, peeps, I need your help. I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don’t know what to do about One Ball and I. Should we break up? Should I just do it and be done with it? Or is he a good guy that deserves a bit more time? And before you answer that question, I have something to tell you that’ll complicate things even further … I’m starting to crush on his best friend. (As if the My Mr. Grey stuff wasn’t complication…
Read MoreSomething’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but something is definitely wrong. I feel out of sorts. Not quite right. Irritated and restless. It’s driving me potty. I’ve thought a lot about self-harming recently, but I’ve not actually done it. Not in a grab-the-razor-and-cut way, anyway. But a few mornings ago, when my hair wouldn’t go right, I scratched the tops of my arms so hard that I drew blood. I didn’t mean to, it’s just a … thing. Almost like I don’t know I’m doing it until after…
Read MoreYou want to know whether or not I fucked My Mr. Grey on his visit down to my end of the country, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’ll get to the point: I didn’t do it. I didn’t fuck My Mr. Grey. And although it was the right decision – the moral one – I’m not happy about it at all. Nope. Not at all. One Ball is a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, yes, but he’s been a very…
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