My ex has felt the need to “name and shame” me in a post about how much of a cunt I am and how amazing her new girlfriend is. I would just like to clarify a few things.
Sweetheart, don’t feel the need to slag me off; it makes you look bitter. I on the other hand I’m really proud you’ve found someone who makes you happy; something I told you I wasn’t capable of doing. The fact “the sex is amazing” shouldn’t need to be publicised but I understand that that’s your way of getting at me because you still think we broke up because we weren’t having sex; this however isn’t true, I still stand by the fact I would have been willing to wait as long as you needed.
As for me being a cunt. I’m sick of telling you and everyone else; yes I acted like a cunt, I am aware of this. I could have went about things in a much better way and maybe if I had you wouldn’t hate me quite at much.
However I will not stand for the way you are acting, calling me a preop? How childish, there are plenty things I could say to make you feel tiny, but I won’t. I suffered enough of that during our relationship to not feel the need.
Now we come on to our relationship and the reasons it ended.
First of all, I did not “ditch and dump” you because your uncle died. Although it was actually you who ended the relationship, I had been considering it for a couple of weeks. The reasons for this are many and varied but I’ll offer you a small selection:
You are a control freak.
I am a control freak, hence why I’ve spent 4 years studying subjects that involve telling people what to do. However there is a limit and a boundary and you need to use them. I am 21 years old, I am capable of deciding what colour top milk I want to drink.
You are abusive.
I am aware this is going to make you hit the roof but before you do, take a step back. When I told you my fears, you used them against me. If I wasn’t doing what you wanted you made me feel guilty. You didn’t ask me to do things, you commanded. Worse than all of this, considering the people you know: you make comments about my weight, constantly. Every other day you told me to go on a diet, that’s not okay.
I would have resented you in the long run:
We don’t want the same things. You want to stay close to home, get married and do you masters. I want to finish my degree, travel the world and move to somewhere like New Zealand or Australia! Eventually I would have hated you.
I wasn’t in love with you.
Now we come to the most important point. I loved you as a friend, I’d known you 6 years, pretty much a given. You will notice I never told you I love you; once we became a couple. When we got together it was nice; you make me laugh and we had fun. Then 2 weeks in it was like I was already your wife, telling me what to do and making me feel like shit for seeing my own sister. You didn’t make my heart race or my chest go tight every time I saw you. You didn’t make my skin tingle when we accidentally touched hands. You didn’t make me feel comfortable.
To conclude, we would not have ever worked as a couple. I am glad you are happy. Please stop being bitter. I don’t care who you shag. Maybe you learned a few things from your time with me that will stop you destroying what you have with this girl. I’m not even going to get into the fact you twisted things, a lot. I have not named you however if you would like to be, just post another bitter rant naming me and I’ll happily respond. If not, I wish you all the happiness in the world.