Not all relationships should turn into friendships
A few years ago I received a Youtube video of War’s ‘Why Can’t We be Friends’ with the accompanying wit:
C’mon, let’s be friends (insert winky face).
The message had been sent by an Ex who I had deleted off social media. It actually made me LOL. Not because it was cute, but because the guy who sent me the message knew exactly why we couldn’t be friends.
I don’t really stay in touch with any of my Exes. I tried when I was younger, but the reality is you break up for a reason, and you need to cut that cord.
Some people can’t though. Maybe they think that this person will magically transform. Or maybe they need something to show for the time they invested.
Perhaps that’s why the same Ex expected to just strike up a conversation with me on my Instagram today.
It’s been over a decade and yet here he is, still trying to be friends. Even though I had closed the door. Locked it. Walled it up. I changed numbers, blocked him, cut contact with his friends and yet here he was. Again.
This guy is the post-break up Wile E. Coyote. It’s a pity that an anvil hasn’t been dropped on his head. Repeatedly.
There will be some deluded Notebook fanatic that will take this persistence for romance. Let me correct you: a guy who can’t take no for an answer after 10 years, or works tirelessly to convince you to change your mind isn’t being romantic.
He has no boundaries.
Showing up blind drunk, throwing stones at a girl’s window and crying, is not normal. Nor is it a sign of sensitivity. It’s a warning sign that says: RUN. RUN FAST! (meep meep.)
Through his sobs he claimed that the only thing he ever did wrong was love me.
Kicking me in the head, dragging me out of a club by my hair and punching me in the face are also fine examples of things he did wrong.
But he’s crying and pursuing me so he must be genuine right?
I will never understand women who think men who cry are sensitive. Maybe the arsehole should be crying.
I’m baffled by people who fall for the bursting into tears routine. But maybe my coldness comes from having had a bottle thrown at me by a guy who swiftly burst into tears over how I made him do these things to me.
There’s something sinister about people like him, who genuinely believe they did nothing wrong. He really believes we could be friends.
Maybe someone did drop an anvil on his head after all.
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