He said he loved me. He made me believe that he did love me. All I can say is, DID HE FUCK!!!!
Think today has been a bit of a turnaround day. I went round to a mate's house from work. Bearing in mind she doesn't have a clue that anything has ever happened between the two of us, it was a perfect opportunity for me to get all the gossip. Manipulative? I know. Anyway, she knew all about his playing around last time, so it all came out about what she knows about him and this new girl.
All I can think now is that I was stupid to fall for it. My eyes have been well and truely opened. Even when we were still 'together' it turns out he was texting her. All the time that we were 'together' he always promised that if we were no longer 'together' then he would never do anything with anyone else whilst I work there. All he's said to me since last monday was how he cant promise that nothing will happen with anyone else in the next THREE WEEKS!!! let alone ever!!! Bastard.
Anyway, part from the texting, they've been following each other around like shadows for the past week, and it was really, really, getting to me. Suppose it still is, but i'm going to fight it. Just over a week ago I put twenty pounds credit on his phone for him, thinking he would spend most of it on me. He ran out about three days later, and i must of had no more than twenty texts. He spent MY money on texting the other girl!! How rude is that?!! And he's still not given it me back. Fucker.
Sunday we were both in work, and I brought him in a drink. He jsut left it on the table and disappeared. turns out he was downstairs waiting for this other girl to come in. Answers on a postcard what they were doing for the twenty minutes between her getting in and anyone seeing them again?
I'm not going to pretend that I'm over him, because I'm not. But the main differnce from yesterday is that I don't WANT him anymore. He just played me for a fool. Clearly he didn't lvoe me, if less than a week he can start hitting on his next conquest?
Anyway, went into work today and retracted my notice. I've told them I want moving off his department, so I'm now going to work for my good friend Paul. I know that this can work for me. I'm not going to run away and leave a job that I once liked, just to get away from him. I'm going to get myself on track, get over him, and make something of my life. I've got enough shit happeneing in my life at the moment that I don't need to dwell on him. Let him do what the fuck he wants. Let's just hope that everything will one day come back and bite him on the arse. If we're very lucky, they'll both catch chlyamidia.
Hopefully, as the song says, "things can only get better."
