{To The Boy Who Ghosted Me..}


I hate the male population mostly the age category of 18-30. Y’all are a bunch of idiots. Okay, so being a twenty something I’m well versed in the art of online dating with apps such as Tinder and Bumble. I feel with those apps, you have an understanding going in that if it doesn’t work out one will hit you up at 3 am after months of not talking and you start the vicious cycle all over again.

But what happens to the girl when she gets ghosted after guys she’s been on and off for years? You wake up one day and all of a sudden gone, they’ve made the decision that you are no longer in their life. No text, no explanation just gone. First of all, who gave you that right to make a decision like that? Second of all, we’ve invested a lot of time in each other. Am I some horrible person?

The sad thing is, I went to group chat my frustrations and it’s so common. My friend told me it happens all the time. Like, when the fuck did this become acceptable behaviour? Do these boys (and I’m saying boys cause they sure as hell ain’t men) mothers know they act like this?

So to the boy that decided to walk away:

Do not come back. Do not text me at 3 am when you are lonely or your new girl doesn’t want you. Do not text me when your friends tell you I’ve moved on. Do not talk to me when you see me at the bar like you always do, you made the choice one day to walk away. I meant obviously nothing to you if you can make that decision at 4 am on a Saturday night for me to wake up on Sunday to you gone. You told me you loved me many times, you stood by me when I made mistakes, you didn’t judge you were just there. You told me you wanted me to be the mother of your children and we were gonna get married one day. I think thats what stings the most was you cared, or acted like you did. Did you mean those things or did you just want me cause I was convenient? It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, it didn’t need to be. We were just two kids from the same hometown not sure what we were doing but always found each other in the long run. A part of me always thought we’d get that ending. But now, I know I’m better off. I don’t need you, or your I love you’s or your texts. I don’t need you, just like you didn’t need me.

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