So. I went out to get dinner. While I was out I saw an ex. I was in my car and he was on the sidewalk. So we just smiled and waved and he said he would text me later.
Apparently he is now drunk. (That was fast)
This is our text conversation. (H=him)
H: WHY DONT YOU CARE?
Me: Care about what?
H: ME! You never did!!
Me: I never cared? NEVER cared about you?
H: Never! All you ever thought about was yourself.
Me: Right. So when your mom was sick who was the only person that came to be with you at the hospital? Who was the one that let you cry on their shoulder when she died? Who was the one that held your hand throughout the funeral? Who was the one that stepped up and helped you and your dad and your brothers out for nearly 6 months after she passed away? Who was that?! Oh yeah. THAT WAS ME! Stop fucking drinking. You KNOW I hate when people get drunk because this shit always fucking happens and I’m the one that always becomes the victim. I’m so glad this is in text. I know you and I know you won’t remember this in the morning. Now you can see the texts and see how much of an ass you are when you drink.
H: Yeah you did that shit. Did anyone ask you? NO! So stop holding it over my head. You’re not some kind of saint for it.
Me: I know no one asked for my help. But I also know you all needed it. I don’t need to be ASKED to help someone who is in need. I have never mentioned any of this until now. I’m not holding it over your head. I helped you and your family out because We were together. Regardless of that I LOVE your family and I know they needed a helping hand. I was able to help so I did. I’m just reminding you so you remember that I was, at times, the only fucking person who was there for you.
H: Okay you may have been there for my mom’s death and yeah I will always be grateful. But where were you the rest of the time? I mean you just went off with these guys all the damn time! You clearly wanted them more than me!
Me: Oh yeah! Totally! Because God forbid a girl has friends that are MALE! That is SO not possible. They were FRIENDS! Half of the ones I “went off” with were gay and you knew that. Besides. I wasn’t the one that cheated. You’re the one that was hooking up with girls left, right, and in between. So who the fuck do you think you are saying I was the one that didn’t give a damn. Just fuck off. Stop texting me. Only contact me when you sober up and decide to fucking apologize you dick head.
SO. FUCKING. ANGRY. AT. HIM.
He does this bullshit all of the time.