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
The Ex used to always say the above, emphasising you and me. Never, you’ve got to be kidding me, like I would say. Like I just said to myself when I reached for the phone and caught a glimpse of the back of his car driving past outside AGAIN. Are you kidding me?? No. It was just the back of the car, but it was distinguishable. I wasn’t even looking out the window this time!!!! And it wasn’t the same time of day as yesterday so I can’t even be accused of watching to see if he’d go by. 2 sightings on 2 consecutive days is 2 much. No, I’m not kidding you.
