I know everyone is probably chomping at the bit for an update on the Mr. Owasso situation. He is of the past, I know, so soon, so sudden.
I was found lacking, he dumped me so hard it was felt all the way on the other side of the world. No, the universe. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what happened, I can’t figure it out. I’ll tell you the timeline of the events and maybe one of you can figure it out and explain it to me.
We talked on Friday, nothing earth shattering, we ended the call with me going for a run and him working out. I sent him a text after my run to tell him about it and he replied.
The next day, Saturday, I sent him a text, nothing heavy, just a funny meme I saw. No response, it didn’t really require one, so no big. I called him later that day, no answer. It’s getting a little weird at this point. I don’t hear from him all day, mind you up to this point we have talked every day, several times a day, not to mention text all day. So it’s getting awkward.
Sunday rolls around, I decide that I’ll try one more time, I call after work. No answer. This time I actually took the hint, I’ve been ghosted. So, that was it, no fight, no confrontation, just over.
If I call or text anything further that is bordering on crazy stalking territory. So I’m done, I have nowhere to go with this.
Quietly into the night I go. I don’t know how to process any of this. I genuinely liked him. I have never laughed more with another human being.
I believe he found someone local that matches his level of perfection. Due to the fact that I most certainly do not. He came to the realization he could do better and he did. I believe that. I have no proof, but there again, I don’t need any, I have my imagination.
This is painful, this level of rejection. How do humans do this? I’m not doing this again, ever. This is ridiculous, the amount of pain I feel for someone I haven’t known that long. I cried, I’m not a crier and I cried Kim Kardashian ugly cry. For two days. I haven’t slept, I’m forcing myself to eat healthy. I really want to stick my head in a vat of double fudge ice cream.
Working out is helping, medball slams really help.
I will never do this again as long as I live. I know I’ve said this before, but I really mean it this time. It’s too much, I allowed someone in, and when they decided I wasn’t the one they just disappeared. No closure, not even a text saying you’re not all that and I’m moving on.
I refuse to do this again, I feel like my heart was ripped out and I was just thrown away like yesterday’s garbage. So no more anything for me, I will stick with the cat and dog.
If any of you can figure out what I did for this to happen please tell me. You can comment here or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
5 Replies to “No More”
No one is prefect. You’re close to perfect to me. I think a real man would tell you what’s up. Don’t let him get to you. You deserve better than that. A lot better. You’re a smart, young, very beautiful woman. Maybe that’s what he couldn’t handle. A real woman.
I LOVE YOU…
When I said perfect I meant physically. Obvious flaws with communication skills. Love you!
Apparently he realized you’re too good for him. Move on to better men!
You’re so sweet Jan. The thing is I don’t think there is anyone for me. I think I’m too nerdy and not physically perfect. No one wants that.
I’m so sorry Angie, I can’t believe that an adult can be so cruel! Without even an explanation! I truly believe it’s not you, this is all on him, stay strong, you deserve so much better!! Love you!