Enoughdonegone - It's Not Fine.

Baaahaha.

What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor.

More on the Ex

He kept her around, I am certain, because she worshiped him.  He told me that she had a tatoo with his name hidden inside.  I have no idea if this is true or not.  

I the early stages, his connection with her made me outrageously jealous.  He told me intimate and DETAILED accounts of their sex life, even when I told him I didn’t want to know that much.  He said he told me to provide “full disclosure;” this is absolute nonsense. For example, I have no idea why knowing that they had sex in a public restroom at a concert would be a need to know thing.

As I became more and more dead inside, I reacted less to him talking about her. I stopped caring if he’d stepped out; in truth I stopped caring about pretty much everything.  So he brought her up less and less.  Clearly he enjoyed my discomfort and moved on when this no longer achieved the desired effect. 

In the last year, while I was still allowing him to torture me, she started seriously dating someone else.  This man set the boundary that he wasn't comfortable with her and my ex still being in close contact. 

He was furious. He told her he was done with her, as he’d endured years of “bullshit” from me to maintain their friendship and she was now just throwing it away for a guy.  

My ex surmised this to be the result of abusive jealousy on the new guy’s part, and I suppose that could be true.  However my guess is he’s aware of their history doesn’t want it in their life.  Not a bad call, from someone who knows.  

Through a little bit of investigation, I suspect that he has been more active on her social media - liking her pics and such. This is hard for me to say concretely as I have him blocked, but evidence does suggest it.

Seems he lost two of us around the same time. And he’s losing it.

Pity.

That's a bit unsettling.

I have stumbled upon a small stack of gift cards that I apparently purchased December 20 around 1am. Not exactly chump change.

I have no recollection if doing this at all.

I saw him ride by on his bike just now as I was out for a walk. I am confident he didn't see me.

There was a woman on the back.

Rage surged. Not because there's a girl, but because she's wearing my helmet.

He called me every name you could think of and insulted me any way he thought would hurt me. Nothing was off limits.

I called him mean. He couldn't handle this insult.

One time he screamed in my face "I'm not fucking mean!!!" And then physically threw me out of the house.