To my ex-girlfriend…
We go on holiday together a scant three weeks after officially breaking up. We still live together, and have even had sex a couple of times since we decided like adults that our relationship just didn’t have legs and it was time to move on. You say you still like spending time with me. When we broke up I asked you if you wanted me to still go to Thailand with you and our large group of friends that we’d planned months before, and you said ‘of course I do, I still want to do many things with you.’ I took you at your word.
So we’re in Thailand, and I split off from the main group with a smaller group to do some scuba diving. I am gone from the larger group for a sum total of one night. During that time, you hooked up with and shagged another single male member of the group, then carried on fucking him for another 3 nights. When I confronted you about this, you said ‘it was for my own good’ and ‘I need to get my head around the fact that we’ve broken up.’ Then you say ‘I am not flaunting this in front of you’. Your excuse of ‘I am on holiday and want to have fun’ also rings sort of hollow.
Well, seeing you hanging off the arm of another man and making out in front of all of our shared friends isn’t exactly like you’re fucking hiding it, is it? And you actually wonder why all of our / my friends are giving you the cold shoulder? You actually wonder why, you callous bitch? Could it be that I introduced you to most of them? Could it be that they know that I am not the one behaving like a dog in heat?
After he leaves the group, you then cling back onto me, and we do all the touristy shit in Bangkok just like we’re still dating. We get back home, and you then say that you want to try again with our relationship. Thanks for the great fuck, but sorry, baby. It’s a matter of trust. I could trust you when you’d leave for days at a time to party with your friends, because I was confident you weren’t fucking anyone else. Now anytime I leave your side for more than 2 hours, I am going to assume that you’re fucking someone else. So try elsewhere, baby. I am not buying.
And in the meantime, go fucking sort yourself out. There’s only so long in your life that you can keep blaming things on your fucked up family life before people just walk away and leave you alone to deal with the consequences of your own fucking actions. And just by the bye, my days of helping you deal with vicious hangovers and getting sick repeatedly as the result of 2-day parties every single weekend are fucking over.