The Truth about Ex’s

Ok so for the past few days I have been taunted by thoughts of a particular ex-girlfriend. This is unusual for me due to my general “whatever” attitude accompanied with the fact that I haven’t seen any of these women for over a year. Now don’t get me wrong here……….I’m not talking about any thoughts sexually. This was a pure hatred that swept my body just from hearing the name. I was drawn into this pissy mood based on the pure mention of a name. I could only compare the hate to the feeling you get towards a recent ex, but in this case years later. I had to figure out what was going on so I consulted a friend. After the conversation I stumbled onto a thought that might only apply to myself but I feel might transfer into other people’s lives. I don’t hate this woman because of the ugly break up or the things that were said afterwards. I hate this woman based on the fact that it didn’t work out because of her. For once I wasn’t to blame completely on a failed relationship. Granted at points I was definatly an asshole and treated her like a bad case of the creamed corn shits…….but that was besides the point. This ex was particularly content with me treating her like shit. I think I could have bent her best friend over right in front of her and laying some serious pain into her ass. What got to me was the fact that she let me do this to her. I had put all this time into a relationship and then at the end I find out she isn’t the person I thought she was. She always claimed to be so strong and then showed she had no spine. She never strived to impove herself nor did she have any goals at all. Granted at the time my idea of fun was “lets down a case of bud and play some pong” but I also went to school, worked, and had goals. This individuals idea of a life aspiration was “I wanna be a pretty pretty princess”. I felt deceived and whether I had been completely honest with her is out of the realm of importance. Maybe this was someone upstairs poking me just alil bit and saying “Hey this is 8lb 9oz baby Jesus and this is a taste of your own medicine”. Maybe I finally understood the deception I had been feeding women for years. Either way I wanted to punch something. So I guess what I’m getting at is that we hate people for so many more reasons than we think. Most of the time its just something simple like “She’s a cunt” or “Thats an ugly bitch” but in this case it was because I got a taste of my own medicine by being deceived. So before we all start wars with our former counterparts why don’t we start thinking about why we really hate them. And may I add the disclaimer if any of my other ex’s are reading this:

This story was not about you and I still think you are cunt. I still don’t want to talk to you and may I add “BITCH STFU”