The New M.E. Generation











Don’t you just hate going into your social profile and always see the same people posting the same photos, in the same poses, especially those of couples?

People, we get it, you’re happy! It’s also annoying. Enough of it!

And speaking of those shots that just make you want to ‘delete’ all those who post them, I came across some more photos of the ‘beach guy’ that were tagged by his ex some time in October of last year.

Their children also appeared and they were posing in family-style photos, looking as if the two of them were still together or as if nothing has happened between them.

This made me upset because this guy had expressed to me way back that he wasn’t happy in how she was behaving with him during this separation, especially for the fact that she quickly moved on and very much involved with a new man.

Even more, the caption of the photo read, ‘Redefining family’.

I felt that both of them are total a-holes. Starting with him, if you’re mad at her, why are you still ‘Friends’ with her and, on top of that, getting your picture taken with her? If I were you, I wouldn’t talk to her at all, unless it had to do with the children or a life-threatening situation. Otherwise, ‘speak to my lawyer!’

And, you, bitch, what you’re doing is wrong and a terrible example for your children! Want to screw with your boyfriend or anyone else, do it while single!

And that line of ‘redefining family’, you’re just looking in your own little world for others to tell you that what you’re doing is fine when you damn well know it’s not!

A family is one set of parents, not being with someone and playing with whoever is next-in-line, unless the three of you enjoy the ‘switch-a-roo’ game.

My emotions got really ‘menopausal’ and felt somewhat lied by this guy. I’ve really gotten to the point that I actually don’t like him as a person that much any more.

As the days go by, he’s becoming less and less present on my thoughts, and more becoming a distant memory, like the way it happened in high school.

So where do I take it from here? Nowhere. He hasn’t made the effort to come here and will never do, so nothing will happen here.

The end? Probably.



After the pain dissipated somewhat, I started getting angry. It was the first time feeling this way. I would always feel a never-ending sadness and confusion, and of trying to make sense of what happened.

But it was obvious what occurred here. He stopped communication with me out of fear that he would get caught, which he did.

He was then faced by his spouse, who probably told him to choose between me or her, or else, so he had no other option but cut me off completely.

I do understand that at times one has to do what necessary to resolve an issue for the sake of other people or relationships, even if it means gaining something, but loosing another. Even if we have to do it not really wanting it, I still get it.

What really bothers me is that, even after some time had passed, I never got an explanation for what he did or happened. It was pretty much the same as back in college; our relationship, or whatever we had, never got resolved when we last saw each other.

He may have done what he needed to, but neglected to take care of the one who was hit the hardest by his actions, me, the one who didn’t deserve any of this.

He simply walked away and left me standing alone to pick up the broken pieces and deal with it.



“Hey, what’s up?” asked I to Ivan.

“Working, working. It’s non-stop,” said he in his usual exhausted tone of voice.

“Whatever…Hey I get it. You don’t have space in your life for me or I’m not the one for you. I’ll be fine. You’re not the first guy that has been in my life and disappeared for some reason. Online dating or not, it had the same result.”

I started talking too much and my emotions came afloat, and almost started crying while talking to him. This is exactly what I did not want to happen.

“Emma, I hear you. I’ve been in your shoes too. But you know it is not that I have no interest in you. It’s my job. I promise I will make an effort to call you.”

You promise? Yeah, right! I nodded my head side to side and sighed in frustration because I knew it was not going to happen.

“If you say so,” I concluded.

And as usual, the conversation didn’t last very long. There was a dinner being held at his employer’s residence and he was in charge of the whole event. Meaning, this day was to end very late into the night, like so many others for him.

The phone call ended and I was very sad. I had a feeling this was the last time we would speak on the phone, and probably the end of whatever we shared.

Should I give him a last chance to prove himself wrong?

Between you and me, no, I don’t think he will.



“Hey, Dina, whatever happened to that guy at the bar?”

“It’s going well, I suppose. He has visited me already at home, gone on a few bicycle rides. But nothing extraordinary has yet happened. Let’s see how it goes.”

She sounded like there was not a lot of fuzz going on. Or maybe she was taking things very slow as to not get too excited about him in case nothing came out of it in the future.

Yeah, I get it. I don’t want to get excited or anything with Christian either too in case he ended up being ‘missing in action’ like so many other guys I’ve met.

I guess both Dina and I have been disappointed so many times before you are taking for granted that it will happen again. The guys, for whatever reason, will eventually disappear just like the others have.

So it’s better not to put much emotions or thoughts into it so it doesn’t derail your life yet again.

She’s handling it the right way and so should I.

“What about you?” Dina asked.

“Well, I waited a few days to call him, got a hold of him, had a nice conversation, and we agreed to talk next week to possibly meet when he’s not with his kids. So, yeah, I mean, is like your situation. Let’s see what happens.”

“You know me, I like being posted on what happens to you, so please do that.”

“I will if anything develops. Please do the same for me.”

“I will. Let’s get together again soon and talk about it.”

“Sure, if there’s anything worthwhile to talk about them.”



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