That's probably why my ex-boyfriends (and their family members) still keep in contact with me. Even the ones that broke my heart. A lot of people tell me how strange it is to still talk with them, but I don't really mind. Well, I lied. Sometimes I do mind.
Last night, I was in a situation that could be posted on a combination of FML and Texts from Last Night, but this blog would suffice. He started out with small talk, but being as "snappy" as I am with him, I just cut to the chase.
"So what's the occasion for the text?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to check up on an old buddy. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm still with John. How's the place and the girlfriend?
"Wow you guy's have dated a long time. Girlfriend's good. We got married. Oh yea! And having a baby due on your birthday. I thought that was amusing."
"Well I usually don't just date around. Well I'm glad you think you can take care of the kid. Don't fuck it up. It doesn't deserve it."
I still think I'm a good person to talk to. I've been harsher with him, yet he still talks to me, right? The last time we talked was after his admittance into the psychiatric ward due to a suicide attempt. I told him that it obviously failed and to try and try again.
I said that I offer sincere advice and I delivered. Oh wow! On my birthday!? We should have a dual celebration or something! How fucking amusing!
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