For confidentiality purposes (and since I will probably blow up on a rant about him) we will call him John. His name is nowhere near the name John, and John is a classy name, so hey it works right?
Anyways, breaking it down, I realize that I was a little less than rational when it came to my relationship with him. He built me up, only to tear me back down. But, I set myself up for it. Quite frankly, he could've had any girl in the school, but he wanted me because I was "different" from the other girls. "Different" sounds like I was some weird hippie granola from Boulder, but I think he meant it in the way that I was calm around him. I was calm, serene, relaxed, and myself around him. Getting comfortable was the easy part, but keeping it a relaxed relationship with two naturally energetic people is easier said than done. When two people are outgoing, friendly, and fun to be around, chances are they have a posse that follows their every move. Not that I blame the failure of our whole relationship on friends getting in the way, but that definitely played a big role in the termination of our relationship.
Hoes get in the way. For example, the new girl from Virginia Beach. We'll just call her Virginia. She had a boyfriend back home on the coast, and out in Colorado, she still flirted with anything and anyone with a dick. Guess who flirted back? FREAKING JOHN. While I was standing hand in hand next to him, he would wink at her, laugh, and make jokes with her to the point where I looked like the bitch who explode. So that slut Virginia is actually slut and a hoe and every bad female word in the book. Lets just say she's "all of the above". Needless to say, even though its been close to a year since my last bitch to slut encounter with Virginia, I am not a member of her fan club.
Okay, also, is it just me who gets beyond frustrated and annoyed when you suspect something is going on behind your back? For example, I accused John of cheating with this blonde mega slut (we'll call her Jessica) and he got SUPER offended. But hey guess what? We broke up two weeks later, and two weeks after that, HE GOES ON A DATE WITH JESSICA. Like, hell no, you skank. I think I should've been more mad at John for being an evil snake, but all I was mad about was Jessica. That made John look even worse in my eyes though. I accuse him of cheating, and then just a few weeks after we break up, you guys hook up on New Years, then eventually start dating. Congrats to them for dating for almost 10 months, but I'm more excited about the fact that they broke up and she broke HIS heart.
I call that sweet fucking karma. "Hey John, how do you like that? Now do you know what you did to me?" haha yeah that's what I thought.
Now he knows how I felt- broken, shattered, lost.
Heartbroken.
There is something quite satisfying about watching the one who broke you struggle and lose everything that once meant anything to them.
I know I may pay for this when I'm older and wiser, but for now, it feels good.
That's what I call sweet, fucking karma.
-Bella Ragazza
