Funny thing that happened to me a couple of weeks ago.
My friend came over to my neighborhood cause she used to live here too and she called up and said hey, I'm going to visit someone who lives near you wanna come? and I was like yeah yeah.
So she introduced me to her friend who's a lesbian and there's nothing wrong with it but she's kinda hitting on me and all and I'm like whatever then we went to this girl's house and her whole family was there and all. They were all pretty cool actually. It was the day before my prelims and I should have stayed home and study but who was I kidding? I wouldn't study anyway if I stayed at home all day.
Anyway, there we were drinking, having a good time, and chatting. Then suddenly her little sister came into the room and she was holding a baby and it was kinda odd because there we were drinking and smoking and then she brought a baby in the room but I was kind of drawn towards the little baby because it's so cute. So I asked if I could borrow it then the sister gave it to me and left. I stared at the little baby and he stared back. He reminded me a lot of someone I know.
Then someone came in and came looking for the baby. Guess what. It was my ex. It just so happened that my friend's friend's older sister was the WIFE of my ex and the baby I was holding was HIS. I'm at lost for words and obviously he was too. We stared dumbly at each other for like hours then he left. I looked back at the baby and it stared back at me.
"No wonder you're so goodlooking." I told him silently laughing at my own joke
Funny because my friend and her friend never even noticed the silent confrontation if that's a way to put it, that I had with my so called ex and they weren't even aware that we used to had something before.
So let me tell you about my ex.
He was a typical badboy. He's half British. He's very goodlooking and that was really a problem for me when we were still dating. He was my first and so far only boyfriend that I ever had. It was because of him that I kinda have trust issues with the male species. He was a badboy and he introduced me in some stuff that I wish I never found out. I was very fond and very innocent and very much in love with idea of love that I had mistaken it as love but it was really all an infatuation. He was dating me and he was seeing some other girls but I was the official one. I was the one known to his family and to our common friends. I knew he was cheating but still I let it happen because you know. He was my first and he was very goodlooking so who was I to complain. We broke rules together and all. I remember always questioning if he really does love me. Our common friends said he does and his sister told that he does love me but it's hard for him because he can't change himself because he's used to that. Then came to a point that I had enough.
I took a vacation vacation in a very far place and it was then I realized that what am I doing? I was holding on to something that wasn't worth it. I'm young, I still have a lot to offer. That was the time when I stopped considering him as my boyfriend. I came back to my neighborhood after a very long time and when I say long I'm talking like YEARS long. I was more mature and I knew how to stand up for whatever I say. I've never heard of him. Never saw him. Never talked to him. I changed a lot about myself. My appearance. My attitude. My personality. My cell number. Everything.
The last that I heard about him that he was married.
It just felt weird holding his baby but I knew that there was a reason why we didn't work out. I know that I made the right decision when I left. We never really had the chance to break it off officially and formally but I think it's better that way.
That time when we were at my friend's friend's house, I encountered him a lot of times. On my way to the bathroom, on my way for a glass of water, on my way to get something from somewhere. We never talked. We just had our occasional eye contacts. It was weird but I think it's better that way. It's already awkward that we're not talking and I think it will be much more awkward if we started talking.
I was kinda happy for him actually. He had a nice wife. He had a beautiful baby boy. He had a comfortable life. I am happy for him and I am glad that we didn't work out because based on what I saw, it worked out great for him.
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