I’m dumping you, would you like a hug? - JULY 7 2012

The last time I saw Willow, we discussed for the 2,345th time that we should move on and never see each other again. If he was only going to hang out with me to hang out—with no intentions of marriage—then he should be honest and not hang out at all.

The last thing he said in that conversation before he left me behind was, “Did you want a hug?” Uuuhhhhhhhhhh let me think about this… You’re dumping me for the 2,345th time, saying you’ve thought about it and that we’ll probably never get married (like this was some kind of new, never-heard-of revelation), and you’re asking me if I want a hug??????????

How about ?$&@! To the no. That could probably go down in history as the dumbest question asked at the worst time ever. Like he would be doing me a favor, or I would be lucky to have one last hug from the man who caused me to be emotionally handicapped… Uh, no thanks.

Yes, I look like an idiot after all these years of hoping for the best. In desperate attempts, I would text or call, telling him how much it sucked to be apart. But here I am left standing where I always am: alone. No doubt so he can find his next two-month girlfriend.

But the hardest part will be when he dumps her. That will be my real test—will I actually be able to ignore his return?

Well, since Willow has now taken up reading this blog, let me give him a message:

You just lost the BEST thing you will ever have, for the last time. From here on out, you will be settling.

When you miss me—too bad.

When you want to call—don’t.

This public announcement will keep me from ever responding to your reaching out to me again, because you will.

Bless your heart…

JULY 5 2025

THIS IS SOOOOOOO CRINGE!!!!