I know I promised not to spew any vitriol towards certain people on this site, but what I've recently discovered does, in my opinion, deserve to be aired in the public forum, if only to serve as a means of me getting it out of my system and moving on. When my ex, who shall remain nameless (see? I'm not all bad - could be asking the world and its wife to bombard him with hate mail but all I'm actually doing is venting spleen on a teeny little blog. Although the hate mail is an idea...) dumped me a little over two months ago after 9 years, citing his reason as 'needing to be alone' and reassuring me for some weeks after that there was a) nobody else and that b) he still loved me and thought one day it might yet work out, I foolishly believed him, disregarding what I now see to be a mountain of proof that he was, in fact, a lying, cheating scumbag all along.
Even when I discovered, through the medium of facebook (don't even get me started on what a life destroying website I now realise that is) that two weeks later he had started seeing a girl I'd had serious reservations about him being friends with for the best part of four years, I believed him when he said nothing had happened until after we split. So you can imagine my surprise (actually, if I'm totally honest about this I'm not even sure I am all that surprised - maybe I've just been in denial that he really could be capable of treating me with such a flagrant lack of respect) when I discovered SHE had, in fact, flown out to see him in Africa while I was travelling around SE Asia last October - over my birthday, as it happens, an extra little fact which shouldn't make it worse in real terms but somehow does. At that time, I should point out, she was still going out with a mutual friend of ours, which means it was not only him that was cheating, but her too.
How they have managed to keep this from us both all this time I don't know, but I do know they've spent the best part of the last week protesting their innocence over the whole thing to anyone that would listen. Not anymore, it would seem. I have finally received the first piece of communication from him in nearly two months, in which he apologised unreservedly and admitted there was nothing he could say in his defence. It was all true, my boyfriend of nearly a decade threw away what we had for some two-bit whore (yes, that felt good) who was quite prepared to book a flight to see another girl's boyfriend whilst seeing someone herself. There aren't the words, so I won't go on any further. Suffice to say, I feel more betrayed than I ever thought it possible to feel.
BUT...as they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And I certainly have no intention of rolling over and dying just yet. Oh no. I'm going skiing tomorrow! Woo hooooooooo!
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