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
I broke down in tears today when my friend was gushing about her anniversary with her boyfriend (soon to be fiance) because my anniversary with The Ex would’ve been last week. And I really thought I’d be getting a ring right about now.
Even though I know I’m destined for better things (see post below), I still have some bad days. It’s hard to trust that everything will be okay and that you’ll move on and be happy when you feel so fucking alone.
