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Go Crawl Back Under Your Rock...

This sort of thing bites me in the butt every time...

You know when you're braggin about something like, "Man, I haven't heard from 'psycho' in quite a while! That's so nice..."? Funny how a week later, he sends you a text message out of the blue.

Refer back to the post where I was being called a "cheap slut" and a "whore". Yeah, that's the guy. I haven't heard from him since then... Until last night. Ugh. He sends me a text and even though I deleted his name from my phone book, I recognize the number and know it's him:

"Would it mean anything to you if i apologized?"

Uh...nope. I didn't text back. That's just what he was wanting - manipulative bastard! Then not even an hour later:

"I didn't expect it to, I don't blame you. But i need to tell you i was sorry for being so ugly to you. your special, i'm sorry"

You bet your ass you're sorry!! But I don't really give a damn. And as much as I wanted to text that exact phrasing back to his psychotic ass... I didn't. Yay for me!! How pathetic he sounds?? I mean, am I supposed to feel bad?? Sorry.,I'm not the same girl you knew and you can't make me feel one ounce of pity for your stupid butt. As much as I am hoping and crossing my fingers that he will just disappear, I know I'm probably in for a few more jerk messages from him and sob stories about how sad and lonely he is and needs a friend but again. I don't care.

Buh-bye.

Comments

Max's Mommy said…
Yay for not responding!!
Anonymous said…
I am VERY PROUD of you NOT responding....that is the best way to handle the psycho!!! :)

mom

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