Dear Bastard...
remember me?? I was the first "FAT GIRL" you dated (god remember how
you use to tell me that all the fucking time??!!)....remember how you
said I could not meet your friends or family because they wouldn't
know what to think or say if they saw you with a "FAT CHICK".
Do you have any idea how that made me feel you mother fucker??!!!
And what is fucked up is 5 YEARS later I still want to kick your arse!
Remember when I got pregnant to you...do you remember what you said
arsehole?? You said "Get rid of it,I can never have a kid with a fat
chick"
I hate myself for putting up with your bullshit,fuck you were no oil
painting yourself you old bastard!!
Guess what???...your time is going to come.....once I shift this
fucking lard Im coming for you,and Im going to have the last laugh
arsehole.
From your FAT ex-girlfriend.
Wow, we dated the same bastard! Mine told me how unhealthy I was being so over weight. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with someone unhealthy. Shoot, I didn't even have any comorbities then. Now I am the exact same person, just much smaller. He well......he is still the diabetic, who drinks more than he should. And smokes as well.
Now he wants me back, big time. I loved him then and sadly love him now. But my heart can't forgive such harsh words. Reality is, I was too good for him then and too good for him now.
Bittersweet...........
Posted by: Kristen | July 18, 2007 at 12:36 PM
Why go after him? Why give him the knowledge of knowing you care enough to be angry, even if you do? Keep that to yourself. He doesn't deserve the gift of knowing what sway he held over you, and honestly, now that you'll be in a better place and feel and look better, you wouldn't settle for HIM would you?
The best revenge is to feel good, look good, choose well, and enjoy your life so much that he eventually fades from daily memory. He'll never fade completely (my bastard didn't) but the urge to come after him and show him "how I turned out" has long since passed. I don't care if he knows how I turned out. The reason why, is simple:
One day, sometime, somewhere, I'll turn a corner and walk down the street, and so will he. And we'll be coming toward one another face to face, and maybe he'll recognize me, maybe he won't. I hope he does, and a shock registers on his face when he sees that I'm not the "fat chick" he had to hide from his mother ("she wouldn't understand"), and, once I was NOT the fat chick ... I wasn't interested in coming after him or winning him back.
WLS wasn't for him, it was for me, and, I don't need to settle FOR HIM anymore. He'll realize that I improved everything in my life, and, his absence from my life is part of that improvement.
And so it will be for you.
Consider how delicious it would be for YOU to look up at a table in a bistro, with him saying "Jane... is that you?!" and you reply "John? My, I hardly recognized you. You've ... changed. Are you feeling alright or stressed or something?"
Leave him to wonder that the hell that means.
Then go back to your iced tea and forget about him.
You've got better things to do with your time and your revenge is simple: HAPPINESS.
Posted by: K | July 23, 2007 at 11:51 PM