My Ex is an Asshole, So What Does That Say About Me?

“I’m a bad guy…duh.”

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To think, this time last year I was teaching summer school to make a few extra ends, dreaming of breaking that mundane, monotonous, monstrosity of a cycle, and whoop (THERE IT IS…sorry, I had to), here I am–in a new city, in my new digs, and living a very, very new life.

The 2018 me would have put our face on a milk carton because the old me–the complacent me–disappeared…and quickly.

THANK.

GOD.

So, as I transition to this new phase in life, I have to reflect and ensure I don’t make the mistakes I made before, especially in relation to dating.

Gosh, I didn’t realize what a whiny, self-indulgent pissant my ex was until this weekend. Even worse, what the f*ck is my malfunction in dating someone like that?

I mean, the person hasn’t changed–I mean, not one bit and it’s been YEARS.

Damn.

And maybe that was the problem: I thought I could help the person be less sucky–so, I saw more potential in said person than said person saw in him/herself.

That’s probably where the disappointment and disgust come in: how dare I, in all my faux omnipotence, think I can change anyone?

The only person you can change is YOU.

So, that’s what I’ve started–the remodeling of me.

And I have to say, the renovation is coming along nicely.

Cheers to life revitalization.

Peace.