My ex and I had a hella messy breakup, and basically this is why.
About a year into our relationship, he had to move a few hours away. I was sad, he was sad, he promised to phone all the time, he'd see me whenever he could, all that.
A few months after that, he phones me to break up. I'm sad, I cry, he makes a few idiotic decisions. First, he phones my father to tell him I might be suicidal over the loss of him. When my daddy tells him he should hold responsibility for that, the ex flies off the handle and says it isn't his responsibility or his fault how I feel anymore.
Then, he decides that to ease the pain of losing him, he's going to delete me off Facebook, MySpace, whatever, block me on messenger, and also screen my calls/texts, in the event that I did call or text him.
This is the point when that Emotionless Handjob wanders into my life. The E.H. is a mutual friend of the ex and I, and before things had gotten physical he'd asked me about the ex. I said I knew absolutely nothing, I was being ignored, whatever. E.H. tells me the ex had been bragging to him about sleeping with an Asian chick. The glaring problem here is that he would have had to do the Asian either (a) when we were dating, (b) immediately afterward, or (c) he's full of shit.
My friend gets wind of this, and freaks the fuck out, because not only did he break up with me on the phone, BUT he may possibly have cheated on me too! She begins to hate him even more than she did when we were dating.
Ages after he first starts to ignore me, he sends me a Facebook message asking how my year's going. Completely confused, I tell him it's fine, ask him how he is, whatever. I'm not going to be a bitch to him because of something I heard from an unreliable source. The friend is pissed he has the audacity to talk to me, life goes on. Then he starts texting me again. Regularly. For long periods at a time. I shrug it off, try to keep it to a minimum, and childishly label him "Fucker" in my mobile contacts.
And so it goes. We keep our distance, it all goes fine. There was a close brush a bit ago, when I went to a neighbouring city for an hour and he was there and called the kid I was with to hang out. It was hella awkward for the poor sod I was with, too. I ran away so as not to see him (I was sick and not totally hot) and that was that.
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