Today was going by wonderfully. I played a baby grand piano, fitness class was easy, I get to play soccer later, a blind girl can play the guitar, some kids waved at the train passing, and pretty much I was loving the fact that I was alive. Recently I apologized to an old ex of mine for abruptly leaving him for another guy. Yeah, not my finest moment, but I have definitely grown up since long ago. The apology was mainly for my own reasons so I could forgive myself. Anyway, we've been exchanging messages to just catch up a little, and he was like "Yeah when you left/cheated on me..." WHOA. Whoa. Nononono. "I forgive you..blah blah." WHAT THE HECK. I did NOT cheat on you. Dumped you on the side of the road for another guy, but NEVER did I cheat. I waited to break up with him after I figured out my feelings for the other guy. Not that I need to explain this to the internet, but geez.
Nothing infuriates me more than being falsely accused. The amount of anger this surges me with is a bit scary. He will know the truth, and I will be damned if he still thinks that I'm a cheater after this.
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