Life Without My cheating Ex

Honestly, I'll not lie, my ex is a b*tch. He's a complete and utter *ssh*l* and a horrible person. When I first met him, I thought he was nice and sweet, then I met his family and alas, his true colors shone through. They are all insufferable, loathsome beings.

His father was a drunkard and his mother was a screeching banshee, hurling insults at him and labeling me as a harlot. It was an absolute nightmare, but at least his father was the only one who treated me with respect.

Although I had initially claimed that our relationship wasn't all that bad, I have to come clean and admit his parents are far from pleasant. Despite this, I still hold a fondness for them, though I recognize their actions are not justifiable.

To make matters worse, my ex is now dating a female version of himself - a vindictive shrew by the name of Ashley. Our interactions have been far from cordial, with her unleashing a barrage of malice and spite my way. Thankfully, I have kept her out of my life as much as possible.

I have accepted my ex is beyond repair and only hope he finds a way to better himself and attain happiness, even though he's currently stuck in a miserable job and a cruel world.

The only thing that frustrates me is the fact I can't be there for him when his mother is berating him, rendering it nearly impossible to offer any aid.

However, despite all this drama, I am grateful for my rock-solid support system. My best friend, T.J., and his girlfriend (whom I met in college) have been unwavering pillars of strength. They always make themselves available to lend an ear, crack a joke, or listen to my mother's venting sessions.

While it's true I may not see them for some time, I hold on to the hope I will eventually be able to reunite with them. Perhaps we can catch a movie, attend a concert, or just chill together. It's precisely this kind of love and connection I need in my life, and vow to pursue it relentlessly. After all, isn't that what life is all about?

***

I won't fib. It's been a while - a whole year, in fact - since we last hung out and I can't help but miss those good ol' times. I mean, we were friends before we started dating, so it's not just about the romance. But I need to spend more time with my friends. They've been there for me through thick and thin, and I owe it to them to prioritize our bond. Plus, I'm tired of dealing with all the crap and drama that comes with this situation. It's just not worth it anymore. We're not even that great together these days, you know?

So, I'm taking a step back. I need to focus on myself and my happiness. That means finding a new job, hitting the gym, and keeping busy. Maybe even going on a trip or two to discover what makes me tick. Anything's better than being stuck in a toxic relationship. I'm ready to have some fun and live my best life.

But, let's be real, it will not be easy. I don't have all the answers and don't know what the future holds. All I know is I want a normal life, but I'm not sure when that's going to happen. Between work and my lack of love life, it feels like I'm stuck in a rut. And to top it off, my family would probably advise me to play it safe and stay put. It's tough.

My friend took a sip of her vodka and confided. "I feel so alone, too."

I nod in agreement. "Honestly, if I asked my family, they'd probably say the same thing. But we can't let fear hold us back, you know?"

We both burst into laughter, and the tension momentarily lifted. Change is scary, but we're in this together.

***

I told her we need a break to get back to our lives; we have to get away from the world, from people, just for a while, just get our sh*t back together.

"What's your favorite color?'' she asked, staring deeply at me

"Green"

"What's that like? I like it,"

I was puzzled. "What color is it like?" I repeated and saw her eyes were red, red like fire and I know she is going to say green is fire too.

She replied. "It's not a green color,"

And she's right, No, Green is not fire! It is green!

My ex also loves green. He's a f*ck*ng *ssh*l*! And I know he's an *ssh*l*. He was the one that was b*tch-ing around.

I asked what a blue color was like? And she replied. "It means you have a lot of money,"

I laughed out loud. ''That's ridiculous, that would mean, he is rich and that makes me happy because he doesn't have much money, and will make him sad, too," I said, taking another sip of tequila. "Then I get sad, and that's how I end up with all the bad relationships. It just sucks,"

She held my hands tightly. "Go through it. At least you have a good friend who is there," she replied. "He's your best buddy. I know you love him and want to see him happy. It will take a while, maybe a year, for you to feel that way. I know you're going through some rough times. That's true and you'll have some bad things happen, some things you won't even know about, and you'll probably have problems. So don't worry about it, just be with yourself. You're doing great. Go on, be strong. Don't let the bad stuff get to ya. Be strong, girl,"

I nodded. "I just want to say you will always be my friend, no matter what," I replied, staring into her eyes. "Even though we don't know each other, you're very special. No matter how much time has passed, you'll always have my heart, and I'll never forget you, even if I am gone for good."

She leaned closer. ''You can never do that, will you?''

I brushed her front hair back. "I know it's not fair to me," I replied. "It will be hard to leave, and I'll be sad."

She hugged me tightly. "Just remember everything will be alright."

I nodded and stood up.

I stared at her one last time and walked away, ready to explore what this bitching world awaits me.

P.s >>> I was f*ck*ng drunk and the words are drunk too!!! hehehe

I woke up with a knot in my stomach and a fierce determination in my heart. Today was the day I was leaving everything behind, including my cheating ex. I grabbed my bags and headed to the airport, my eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of his smug face.

New York was the perfect place to start over. It was far away from the mess I was leaving behind and promised new adventures and opportunities.

As the plane landed, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. I knew I was embarking on a new chapter of my life, but I couldn't shake the feeling my cheating ex might have followed me here, ready to swoop in and ruin everything all over again.

I hopped into a taxi and headed to my new apartment, determined to make it my own. It was small but cozy, and it was mine.

As I settled in, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was in control of my destiny.

But my sense of peace was short-lived.

As I was un