Today was my day two of no contact.
I dressed amazingly. I had two ‘dates’ planned. I was excited. I felt beautiful.
I chilled with my family then went shopping. Two weeks ago I went shopping and couldn’t find a thing.
Today in one hour i found four dresses and two tops. I felt great. Fat pictures didn’t make me hate myself. I felt good.
Then i met my writing idol and it was awesome. He was cooler than i thought he’d be.
Enter date one:
We sit down to order food. I get a call. Im unsettled. I call back. No answer. I call again. And at the back of my mind I knew it was about my ex.
He had been arrested for drunken driving. His sister was in joburg.
I got a takeaway and went to bail him.
I have never been so pissed off with myself. My date who knew my ex came with to help me. It screwed up any potential of a second date.
I told my friend that I predict these things. Every time. He’ll say something and I know exactly how things will turn out. What will happen. And it does. Rarely has it not happened as I predicted. And it’s usually the worst situation…. The most drama creating. I just know him that well.
But there i was, his knight in shining armour once more.
I took a packet with all the things he had left behind at my place and I told his sister I’m done. I made it obvious that I went through his phone. To piss him off so that he’ll never come back to me.
I didn’t manage to bail him out because he didn’t have a licence or id. So he’s spending the night in a holding cell.
And I’m never looking back.