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Stirrin the pot

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Love, regret

So, last night I took my girls to Olive Garden along with my oldest daughter’s best friend. We decided to go for dessert and theirs is the best. During one of our conversations, my best friend/ex-bf comes up. My oldest daughter decides to text him. He texted something to my daughter that didn’t make much sense. I told her he was probably drinking. She asked him if he was, he said maybe. She proceeded to tell him that she had something to tell him and he should probably sit down. She told him I was getting married, she had him going for a few minutes. His reaction was that I deserve to be happy. Finally, she told him that she was kidding and then told him that I was dating someone.  She then let him believe it was my ex-boyfriend before him. I have no idea why she did all this (probably because she doesn’t care for him much), but at this point I really didn’t care. Our friendship has severely deteriorated over the last year and a half since we ended our 3 months as a couple. He’s been a complete ass and I should have went with my first instinct 3 years ago to just run when he tried to kiss me.

So..fast forward back to the present. He proceeded to tell my daughter that it would never have worked out for us anyway and asked my daughter not to tell me that. After a little bickering between the two of them, and my daughter telling him that he lost the best (me) – he told my daughter he never really had me and eventually told her he didn’t have time for a silly woman – meaning me.

Now, I realize that he’s a bit upset because he thinks I’m getting involved with someone who completely broke my heart in two. When in reality, the man in question barely acknowledges the fact that he knows me better than almost anyone. So I understand that my friend  might say a few things that he shouldn’t, but still. And that my 17 year old shouldn’t be playing a joke on him. That’s beside the point. I was already pissed before any of this transpired. About a month ago he reiterated to me that he thinks primarily of me when he jacks off. Oh, thanks…I really wish he wouldn’t. He’d also told me that he misses me and wants to see me, blah blah blah. And in his classic douchebag form, tells me in the same breath that we can’t continue with the same song and dance a third time. I informed him that I don’t appreciate his telling me all this crap, as he has in the past, and then telling me that it will never work for us. His classic excuse is that he has to be realistic. The  real reality is, again, that I should have never let any of this ever happen – the dating, nothing. I will take my share of the responsibility in that. I knew back then that I would live to regret it and that it would change our friendship in a way I wouldn’t like. I was right, it did. And yes, I regret it all.