I want to rant about my life where no one knows me. I want to write everything out of my chest because writing is apparently the only way to keep me sane now.
Me and my boyfriend part ways for a month or so on October 2018. We got back again on November. While being in a crisis with me, he got to know a girl (his bff's ex). I knew she up to something because apparently, she hit me up right after we "broke up".
When he wanted to get back to me, he made it clear to the girl he was sorry for treating her like his girlfriend when all that time, we were just finding ourselves again and when we got back together, naturally, he left her.
I would never blame the girl. I knew her. She's my bf's bff's ex and i heard everything about her from them.
It has almost been one year and she has a boyfriend since this new year and i thought she had moved on.
So yesterday my boyfriend kept me accompany at work since it's sunday. I posted a story on his instagram story- since all he updated on his instagram is me- but she never skipped his story.
Which she skipped mine.
I don't care about it since it's not my problem. Remember, she has a boyfriend whom she claimed she loves all her heart.
And she updated about me on her instagram story saying bad things and how she pity me if i knew what he had been talking bad about me during their times together.
If only she knew, that the first thing we did when we got back together was sitting down facing each other, talking about what we had been talking about each other; bad or good, to other people.
We have confessed.
We have moved on.
But why can't she?
Am i actually the one who is immature?
