Memories

So I'm doing a little early spring cleaning of my blog and I'm amazed at how detailed I chronicled the ordeal with the ex, starting in the April Archives and spanning all the way to October. I had recorded things and events that I had completely forgotten about.

Reading through these archives was very much like watching a bad horror movie. Yeah, things start out happy and care free in the beginning, but you just know that something BAD is gonna go down! Next thing you know, the shit hits the fan and you're yelling at the stupid blonde, big chested, co-ed slut for blindly going into the creepy dark basement where the chainsaw wielding psycho killer lies in wait. Yeah, that's exactly how it felt, except in this case, I'm playing the role of the stupid, blonde, big chested, co-ed slut.

One of the more annoying things I noticed is that I actually suspected what was going to happen in some of my posts. Instead of running out the front to safety like a SMART person would do, however, I continued stumbling blindly into the dark and creepy basement. I now understand the frustration of my friends and family felt as they tried to tell me the obvious. They may as well have been yelling at a movie screen.



So weird... it's like reading someone else's blog. I was in a totally different world back then. It seemed so long ago. So sweet, so trusting, so blissfully unaware. I could taste the vomit in the back in my throat as I read through that diabetes inducing junk. It also made me laugh a LOT!



Yeah, I could deny any of it ever happening, but there it is in black and white for the whole world to read. It would be even easier to destroy the evidence. But I decided against it. This can serve as a grim reminder of what could happen when I exclude good ol' common sense in ANY relationship.

Besides... it wasn't ALL doom and gloom. There were actually some pretty happy memories that I didn't mind reliving.





In case you haven't noticed I turned off the comments tab because I have no interest in this becoming another bitch fest for a bunch of Dr. Phil wanna bes, bitter exes and retards who've probably never even kissed a girl. Thank you.