Because texting your ex is a bad idea. Calling your ex for any reason is a bad idea. Drunk-dialing and drunk-texting are especially bad ideas. But you have to do something, and you're driving your friends nuts.
Hence, The Ex-Files. Not really a journal of breaking up and moving on, but a collection of the things you think when you drive by an ex's house and the car's not home, the way you feel when they don't call when they say they will, the things you want to ask or say or scream or carve into their car doors. The things that you have to say but are better left unsaid. This is the place.
If you have a story/quote/rant/thought to share, email me: thingsyoullneversay[at]gmail[dot]com
Majorly backpedaling right now.
I’d been good for so long, started seeing a great guy but being with him reminds me of being with The Ex, so bad idea.
I now we’re not getting back together, I might never see my puppy again which kills me but I accept it. I just wish everything didn’t remind me of “us.” Or I wish I knew why it had started up again even when we haven’t talked in weeks, so that I could stop it.
This sucks.
