so thursday i just wanted to go with friends, have some beers and go to a club with bad music. a night where i just did not want to take myself seriously. we hit the first bar and of course who stands there? my ex. the one who made my life here at times so miserable. well after a while my friends and i move on to the club. me is finally relaxing until of course he shows up there too.
i know he suffers as much as i. from time to time i still appear and his head. he feels guilty for what he has done. i want to move on and he partly has but the last bit to let us both go is not there yet. i have tried everything: i burned his clothes, i stupidly made out with other guys in front of him (was i stupid), blew his best friend (yes, i am a cunning bitch), i ignored him by his attempts to have contact with me ( oh boy has he tried everything, from drunk late night visits to numerous fb and text messages) and hating him. nothing has worked, there is only one thing left and that is to forgive him!
so i take all what i got together and walk up to him and we talk. I tell him that i want to try to forgive him and soon when i have a little party i will invite him and his best friend to it. So he can see i have a very good life now. of course he is overly excited and happy.