Some people have NERVE.
A while ago, last year, I had a meeting with an old flame who I was with for about 8 months or so back in 2007. He contacted me, wanting to get "closure".
I obliged.
After our conversation, I (THOUGHT) he got that. We hashed everything out, I was able to tell him how it all went down from my perspective, and in the end, we just decided to be cordial, and check up on each other from time to time. Real superficial and sometime-y.
It ended on an okay note.
Flashback to a couple of weeks later, I was watching a film he got me to love during our "togetherness" (looking back, it was NO relationship). I went to comment on his facebook (our only consistent form of communication. We DON'T talk/text.) and I discovered that I was blocked from communication with him.
I asked him about it, and he said that he didn't want me to fill up his timeline with "me moving on".
We had a huge argument, and haven't spoken since. Good riddance as far as I'm concerned. If you ever cared about me, and you say that we're "cordial", you would feel happy for me and want my happiness.
And furthermore, if you know me, you know that I would never be one of those chicks who brandished their relationship on social media. I'm grown. I'm not some teenager, fool.
What was even more confounding (read: Lame As Fuck) was that around that time, when he "disconnected" with me, I hadn't met some one. I was just livin' my life. No one was in the picture. He couldn't stand looking at the fact that I didn't need/want/love him AT ALL. That I had completely moved clean the fuck on. That when we would be "cordial" we would be just that and nothing more.
Whatever.
After that, he wrote me off and.....lets just say I'm currently "occupied". Truly, madly, deeply. :)
Then today comes along, me right in the middle of all my "occupied-ness", and ALL OF A SUDDEN, out of nowhere, this ass hits me up and has the AUDACITY to ask me if I'm happy.
Um...what?
Here's the thing:
Once you decided that my happiness was something you no longer wanted to be aware of, or wanted to encourage, was the last time you had access to what that is/means.
Mind you, this person moved on. Not long after we split (HE broke up with me. On my birthday. Because he "thought I was going to leave him") he got married. Had children.
The perfect formula for MOVING. ON.
Before I even get a chance to breathe, he was fully engaged, MARRIED, to someone else.
BEFORE I even MET some one, he determined that it was "too much" for him to see my life with out him in it. I completely lost respect for the way he was handling this situation, on the sly and sneaky type shit. But while I didn't understand it (due mostly to the fact that it had ended in 2007, and frankly it was a bitch ass thing to do), I let him have that moment and left him the fuck alone.
Now, you not only want to know if I'm happy, but you want access to that by trying to re-friend me?!
YOU. HAVE. LOST. YOUR. MIND.
(Note: I OVERLY control my Facebook. If I don't know you, you will not have access to anything on my Facebook. I have a job. There are hatin' ass people on there. I DON'T have the time.)
I mean, this person obviously got the game fucked up.
You left as soon as I went about my daily life. YOU made the decision without even consulting me, even before I had become "occupied". NOW, when shit is going so great for me, when I feel like "wow, THIS is how its supposed to be", you want to be around?
Nah.
You made a bitch move. Now deal with it. I don't deal with temper tantrums. Not with children, and ESPECIALLY not with GROWN. ASS. MEN.
FUCK outta here. I have no need for weak ass friends who leave at the first sign of me actually being happy. You made your shitty ass bed. Lie in it.
Good Luck & God Bless.
CuCu
