BEX is short for the disgusting, lying, cheating, bastard ex. Just FYI.
Last Friday morning, BEX decided it would be okay to send me a text message that was, let’s say, sexual in nature. Something to the effect of how much he’d like to rip my clothes off.
I was in a meeting at the time, therefor I couldn’t react in the fashion I really wanted to, which would be shoot guns in his face (through the phone) or scream bloody murder.
Instead, I replied something like Not interested, get it from your current fuck buddy.
He replied something vague, indicating to me that he does indeed have a fuck buddy or ten or 45. Which, by all means, is fine by me. What is NOT okay by me is that he involves me in his disgusting sexcapades.
Really, asshole? You send me texts all the time saying you miss me, you love me, baby…now you say you want to tear my clothes off, yet you’re getting pussy from someone else?? I don’t fucking think so.
As I told Gizzy, I’m fine if he wants to fuck the entire southern hemisphere, just don’t involve me in it.
Needless to say, although I didn’t reply to his second text, the entire (yet small) exchange brought me down. And I know it’s got to end. And it is, right here, right now. I was mad at myself for letting him disrespect me for all these years, letting him think it’s okay to fuck random women and then come crawling back to me for whatever reason…
He’s sent me two texts since then, both of which I didn’t respond to. And I never, ever will. And so I bring you, Things I Wish I Could Say to BEX this holiday season:
BEX: Merry Christmas, Lucky!!!!!! Miss you, Love you.
ME: Please, take a shower in gasoline and go smoke a cigarette.
BEX: What did you ask Santa for this year, baby?
ME: That you would get a lethal strand of herpes and/or the clap and drop dead.
BEX: What did you get me for Christmas this year, my love?
ME: A video of me fucking your roommate, just the way you like it, doggie-style.
BEX: I wish I could see you for Christmas, Lucky.
ME: I wish you weren’t such a retard and that you’d understand how fucking disgusting you are.
BEX: I don’t understand why you’re being such a drama queen, on Christmas.
ME: Only because you think it’s okay to fuck a whore house and then call me for sex.
BEX: What are you doing for New Year’s Eve, babe?
ME: Just going to walk outside naked and gang bang the first four dudes I see, without a condom, you?
BEX: Do you have any New Year’s Resolutions for 2012?
ME: To eliminate all people named BEX out of my life by fire or gunshot wound to the dick.
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Sure, you might be saying, Lucky why not lash out at him, tell him how you really feel?!?! But the thing is, I’ve learned by now that nothing, NOTHING, I say to BEX will hurt him as much as ignoring him will. The longest I’ve ignored him was 7 months, and he hated it. So I’m doing it again.
Besides, I often think I’m strong and brave enough to reply to his stupid ass messages, but I’m not. Even if he’s throwing me a compliment, I find myself feeling low. And that’s not allowed anymore!
Hey BEX, fuck off, die, drop dead, get herpes, drive off a cliff, laters!