Fuck him.

Well, after almost three weeks of the single life, my ex-boyfriend called... just to know how I was doing.

Of course I launched into a very enthusiastic narration of how great the semester was going, of how excited I was about being a student teacher, and how I would soon have to start carrying a baseball bat with me to keep the fanboys at bay. Of course, I don't really have fanboys... more like a handful of desperate boys who think that because I was recently dumped, they can score with me easily. But I wasn't going to tell my ex that!

Of course I had to be cruel and include the fact that the only boy whose attention I wanted was the only one I couldn't get. This seemed to shock him, because he said, "Wow, you sure were quick to recover." HA! I'm not really interested in finding something new, but again, that's not something my ex needs to know.

I am the most f*cking proud thing to ever walk the face of the Earth... and I reminded him of this, just to make it clear that I was not missing him one bit.

A friend asked me if I was doing this for revenge. I told him I wasn't really... I just wanted to teach him a lesson. When I started to suspect that I was soon going to be dumped, I gave him a warning: he had to be sure to be careful with making the decision, because if he dumped me, then that would be that... and no matter what, I would never go back. I only go in one direction: forward. And how can I ever trust him again to never leave me? No, thank you. You break up with me, it's forever.

If he found that he wasn't having much luck trying to fuck around now that he was single, well that's too bad. I'm not his safety net, and I never was.

He made a mistake. And I'm going to make him live with it.

The next day, he called me again. I only answered because I thought it was an emergency. But when it turned out to be he just wanted to chat, I got irritated. I am way too busy to be wasting my time, so I tried to cut him off quick. He was asking too many questions about my work and class schedule, which I evaded saying that they were unpredictable. He said he wanted us to get together to get something to eat or something, so I said I'd let him know.

And I assure you that's the last time I ever answer when he calls.

Everyone is incredulous and laughs when I tell them this. They all come to the same conclusion: He got rejected and now he wants you back.

Well, fuck him.

I know I'm not perfect, but I was perfect for him. I could've made him happy for the rest of his life. I wasn't possessive. I gave him his space. I pleased him. I did anything to make him happy.

And he threw it all away because he got "tired". Tired of himself, he says.

...No can do. Not going back. Never. I can never trust him again. I know he's lost any respect he ever had for me.

So fuck him.

I'm doing great without him.