I was stunned and pissed. I wasn’t hurt. That is for sure. I wasn’t all choked up about this guy. If I was hurt at all, I was mad at myself for ever having believed this douche. I had SO MANY flags & chose to ignore them. So I blamed me.
I couldn’t resist texting him & the resulting fight broke out
ME: I found out about marta as well. So all that time u were w your family, u were w her? What didn’t you lie about? Fuck Raptor. thx.
Him: I was not with her. Not that it matters
Me: Just learn to be an honest person. You owe yourself that. and I wish you luck
Me 2: Based on all that has transpired I find it hard to believe anything you say to me.
Him: It’s a good thing that I don’t care
Me: then why are you trying to explain yourself? Trying to hurt me isn’t making things better. I didn’t do anything to deserve harsh words. Dumping on me isn’t going to make whatever you are struggling with better. Really too bad you couldn’t see those that cared for u.
(at this point after talking to ppl, we decided that he has massive issues being that he probably has PTSD from being at war etc….. )
Him: I’m not dumping on you. You’re the one that was freakin out for no reason
Me: you kissed me & proceeded to the bathroom where you phone your ex. u treat me with no respect. Seriously? U r putting this on me?
Him: ya ok, I’m worried about someone’s life aned I’m a bad guy. Look I don’t need this. I really don’t care so fuck off.
I actually found it funny that he still is trying to say he was with neither marta nor that he was the one that wanted his ex back. I bet marta dumped his ass. I also have wanted to keep cool to this point so I can say, I wasn’t the one that was bent but I hate being told to f off.
ME: Fuck you, you twisted selfish fuck. you are a lying sack of shit and are fucking pathetic
him: lol. wow.
him: The thing is. I don’t even know why ur so mad
Me: seriously?
him: yea
Me: you astound me
him: ok
That was Monday afternoon. K-dog felt bad so invited me out to T town for Bachelor finale & sushi. I spent the night and after a little wine & girl talk we all tucked in. On the ride back into Vancouver that it struck me. If he is anything like me (god forbid), he may use the same password on different applications. I was actually anxious to get home to see & sure enough, hotmail, facebook, analytics… everything uses the same password.