Don't you just love having one over on people. Okay so it's kinda childish and pathetic and normally I wouldn't be so.... I guess smug.... but sometimes you just can't help it.
Sometimes when you're so stuck and into a situation you can never see people for what they're really like, what everyone else has warned you about and told you to stay away from. That is until you step out of the situation and someone else takes your rose tinted place, makes you analyze and just think 'so glad I'm out of that'. Again I'm talking about my memoirs of man troubles I seem to have :) lucky lucky me. I used to see this guy and lets just say we wasn't suited, as much as I wanted us to be. I just couldn't get what I wanted from him, and tbh I don't even know what that was....probably his time. So as it went we went our separate ways and for a while I missed him but gradually I realised I was totally better off and I was happy. I think I used to struggle with being single and a lot of my friends and the people around me thought the same thing, admittedly I went from one boyfriend to the next with little or no gap in-between but it wasn't so much I didn't want to be alone, it was more I didn't have to be and if I didn't have to be, why should I be? I can now say I'm so much happier single, and even when I have someone there, I still prefer to be alone. After us parting he met somebody else, she was lovely and I was happy for him, if he couldn't be happy with me then I'd like him to be happy with someone else, I'm actually nice like that. People don't get me, I'll say if someone is pretty and I'll say if someone is ugly.... I won't slate someone just because I don't like them, If they're pretty then they're pretty. End of. Maybe that's the pushover in me? So anyway hes happy, I'm happy....or is he? We remained friends which I was okay with, I'm one of those that don't get why people cannot be friends with an ex, if it wasn't love then why not, and if it was, after time, it can happen. Only me and him had such great chemistry would a text ever stay as a text. Would it fuck! Simple texts turned into friendly texts, friendly texts turned into flirtatious texts and flirtatious texts went into meeting. Meeting.... well that went into brilliant past times. Sure I felt bad for his new squeeze but I was the single one, he was in the wrong and in my wicked childish way I had him still and both of us were happy with what we were getting out of our new friendship. It changed my perspective on him though, and its just what I needed. I needed to see him for what he really was like, that he wasn't this hot innocent guy that I'd once wanted so bad, but just like any other guy out there, just a guy. Nothing important. Everything he'd ever said to me was ironically being proved to be lies with me and because of me. Safe to say I'm glad I got out of it when I did.
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