All is well. Actually, all is good (today at least). Just found out that classes only resume next Monday. That’s perfect ‘cause now I don’t have to juggle between my current production and college. Awesome the fucking possum.
“The ex” has resumed torturing me. I can never sleep well after his constant phone calls. Seriously, it’s fucking unhealthy and I just wish he would go the fuck away. Why is it so hard for him to understand that I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore? Anyways, I was venting and my friend gave me an example of a perfectly diplomatic way of getting him to stop… ish.
This is my modified version of the text:
Please, ex-boyfriend who shall not be named on my public blog, I really do not feel for you and I moved on a long time ago. I do hope you can respect that. If you say you love me, you'd do this for me. And please, these phone calls need to stop. Really. I’m sorry to say this, but I just really can’t pretend to be your friend again. I wish you all the best.
Of course, I haven’t actually said all of this to him yet. The calls have stopped for now and I'm praying it’s for good. But if he calls again, that is all I will say to him. And if this fails,
I shall lie and tell him that my current boyfriend is not pleased.
I’ve already lied to him once by stating that I’m involved with someone. Maybe I should just force feed him the lie that I’m not available at all and that my ‘boyfriend’ is a macho son of a gun? Arggggh. Whatever. I’m just trying to leave the past where it is; I do not need him digging it up all.over.again.
THINK POSITIVE THOUGHTS, BELINDA. YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS!
After all, progress is being made in other areas of your life and today has been good. Don’t dwell on this stupid boy when there are so many other things to celebrate!
…Ok. I think I’ve vented enough for now.
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