Don’t you hate it when you finally decide to swallow your pride and give somebody a second chance and it backfires? Even though part of you tells yourself that it’s a bad idea you just throw caution to the wind and try to live your best life. It usually doesn’t end up like that. I usually have really good intuition and when I start feeling bad or guilty or really any negative feelings about a situation or a plan that I have I nip it in the bud. This time, however, I didn’t have that sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen. So here’s the tea.☕
I made the cardinal sin texting my ex. I thought it wouldn’t be too bad because I told myself it would only be one night, that’s it. Make a short little drive then go on my merry way. I soon regretted that decision. So I drive down there no problems I am still not having that ‘I shouldn’t do this’ feeling so I’m thinking its all good. I get there I see him there’s not a lot of conversation but I wasn’t expecting it originally my plan was to just come down for the night. He convinced me to come down and stay for two nights which again I wasn’t really doing anything so why not?
So I’m there for tonight we go up we drink and then, of course, we have relations. It wasn’t how I remembered, it wasn’t even that close. Granted it was a step above, a booty call, but it wasn’t worth the drive. I’ll let it slide because again first time in a while we end up drinking and smoking and chilling for the remainder of the night.
That morning I woke up because I heard him moving and getting ready for work. I go back to sleep, when I wake up again I noticed a lot of his stuff is missing. The nightstand that he had beside him was completely cleared off. I thought that was weird but as soon as the thought came in my head it left. In all honesty, I just wasn’t expecting it to happen so I’m going about my day. I walk around town a bit then around the hotel rooms just chilling. Around 5 I still hadn’t heard from him and he got off at 4 and so I messaged him. At this point, it all came together and I just needed confirmation. I asked if he was still coming back to the hotel room he says no something came up at home.
I would have believed that, if his stuff was still in the room but seeing how none of his items that he brought over was in the room. I find that very hard to believe so so I let him know I’m going home. He says I’m sorry but doesn’t again give me any explanation as to what happened why it happened or anything. He says I can have the bottle of liquor that’s in the room. In my head, I’m thinking I was going to take that regardless after this stunt you pulled. I tell him f*** U and I go about my business in my anger.
I left upset and unsatisfied. Now a few weeks have passed and I’m no longer upset. I mean life happens right? If anything it’s just a reminder of why we broke up in the first place. How inconsiderate can one person be? Instead of being mad and upset learn, adapt, and move on. Hey, at least I got a story out of it right?
Please let me know what you guys would do in this situation. I’d love to hear your thoughts ad stories in the comments.