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judecorpThose of you that know me know that I am very rarely angry. I mean, I like to debate, and I get fired up about things, and I'm passionate, but it is quite rare that I am stomping mad - the kind of mad that builds hot, angry tears and makes your fists ball up and makes you want to break glass.
Right now, I am that kind of mad. I haven't been this kind of mad since February, when I had an altercation with my field placement liaison that resulted in MY having to apologize to HER for HER miscommunication (she called my boss and told him I didn't want to work there anymore). But I digress.
I just found out that A. talked to a friend of mine, a good friend. And in the process of talking, he told said friend that yes, he is entirely ignoring me. That yes, he got my note, and yes, he read it, but no, he wasn't going to even mention it and he is going to ignore me. Perpetually.
He's not ignoring my laundry hamper, though. Oh, hell no, he comes in every effing morning to stuff his dirty clothes in there. Which I have been washing, weekly, because I wasn't going to be /that/ kind of ex. Because I wasn't going to be bitter like some of my friends wanted me to be. Because I was a nice person who does nice things for her friends, and he was my friend, and I was going to do nice things.
But NO. I'm apparently such a GREAT friend that I deserve to be ignored.
Get a fucking nutsack, Aaron. I'm so fucking through with you.
Right now, I am that kind of mad. I haven't been this kind of mad since February, when I had an altercation with my field placement liaison that resulted in MY having to apologize to HER for HER miscommunication (she called my boss and told him I didn't want to work there anymore). But I digress.
I just found out that A. talked to a friend of mine, a good friend. And in the process of talking, he told said friend that yes, he is entirely ignoring me. That yes, he got my note, and yes, he read it, but no, he wasn't going to even mention it and he is going to ignore me. Perpetually.
He's not ignoring my laundry hamper, though. Oh, hell no, he comes in every effing morning to stuff his dirty clothes in there. Which I have been washing, weekly, because I wasn't going to be /that/ kind of ex. Because I wasn't going to be bitter like some of my friends wanted me to be. Because I was a nice person who does nice things for her friends, and he was my friend, and I was going to do nice things.
But NO. I'm apparently such a GREAT friend that I deserve to be ignored.
Get a fucking nutsack, Aaron. I'm so fucking through with you.
