The New M.E. Generation











{August 15, 2016}   The Ex-Friend 48 – Thank God!

My vacation continued without a hitch, that is until my bestie, a former high school classmate of mine (that’s friend of my friend and also lives there), and I received a weird friend request through social media.

The woman in the picture looked underage, with short shorts and shirt in a pose that made her look like those photos prostitutes use to post their ads on Craigslist. The city listed was our hometown.

Bitch, really??? How more obvious can you be? All three of us get the same fake profile, at the exact same time, and you’re so stupid to include the city that my bestie and I are from? You know this information because this guy told you. And, once again, you reaffirmed that you have nothing better to do than spying on our lives 24/7.

You may have said that my bestie doesn’t leave this guy alone, but you clearly are doing the same with us. If you were really sure of ‘your man’ and whatever thing you think you two have, why all this drama? Why are you so obsessed about knowing anything and everything about us?

Why are all those couple photos in your profile? Why do you need to continuously post them (especially old ones) where you are embracing this guy like an octopus does when it has captured its prey (as in ‘this is mine, mine, mine’) to try to make everyone believe that you’ve got the biggest catch of the sea?

Because not everything that glitters its gold. Because when you’re constantly an attention whore and need to get validation from others, there’s a crack somewhere that’s slowly chipping away the surface and revealing the true nature of what’s happening: your relationship (or lack of thereof) is not picture perfect.

My bestie quickly took a screen shot and forwarded it to this guy with a lengthy message that conveyed this bitch has no business sticking her nose on our affairs, that our friendship is our problem, that she has no right insulting us, that he’s been an ass for allowing her to do whatever she wants and not doing anything about it, etc.

As usual, ‘se lo pasó por donde el sol no le brilla’ (he let it pass by where the sun doesn’t shine on him). But my bestie, being the ultra smart woman that she is, documents and saves everything, so if indeed one day this guy decides to show his sorry fat ass and tries to build a whole case against her (and most probably to me as well), my bestie will shut him down even before he starts his opening arguments.

“I will tell you this again: that bitch will never let go of that guy. If you and I hadn’t been part of his life, this story would have probably ended by now. In her mind she won and posts all that garbage on her profile to get back at us. It’s her way of reminding everyone that in the end she’s the one who got the man, that she’s supposedly better than us for achieving that,” said I to my bestie.

“She may say that she forgave him, but she doesn’t trust him,” continued I. “He dumped her once and was playing both of us at the same time (even her), and can do it again. That is, the part of leaving her. And she knows it.

If she dumps him, it means she lost to you and me. It’s open season from there on for either one of us, or both, to get back into the game again. Except I’m not interested.

And her displaying him like a trophy, that’s typical mentality of people like her who are low-class. They think they hit the lottery jackpot by ‘winning’ a guy who is more than her: educated, with a better upbringing, better job. Because she basically grew up with nothing and has nothing else going on for her (and is not making the effort to change that), or ‘owns’ anything, than this guy, they take their ‘property’ very seriously. It’s normal for them to ‘defend’ what’s ‘theirs’ in every way possible.

She thinks she improved her social status, that she’s a success because she made it better than her friends and family. Unfortunately, what has happened here is that when you get involved with someone whose social class is below yours, you end up becoming the same trailer park trash as they are,” continued I.

“Had he stayed with me, none of this would have happened,” said my bestie. “But, that’s what he chose. And everything he has done will end up biting him back.”

“Mark my words, he’s going to die alone,” said I. “Better yet, let that bitch stay with him through his golden years when he can’t work any more, becomes an ever crazier fanatical guy, when his mom is gone, when he gets sick, when all the things that he thought were important are no longer there.

She will be next to him still doing the same show, controlling him, and spying on us on social media like a psycho. She will never stop hating or letting us go. I’m fine with that. She will end up as deranged as him.

That you and I remain friends? Only time will tell. But we’ll definitely have a life way better than theirs. God took this guy away from us because we deserve good, and he knew this person would hold us back to reaching our happiness. That, my friend, is a blessing and we should always be grateful for that,” concluded I.

Thank you!

 

 

 

 

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