Having an ex pay so much attention to your Facebook that they send you private messages telling you how offensive you've been to people they don't know. And then tell you what an awful person you are and how destructive you are.
And when you find it creepy and very uncomfortable, having them tell you how it's all in your best interests and that your behaviour to people is generally awful.
Right, so that's not stalky and I'm a bit of a bastard?
Who does that? Really?
Apparently Facebook has these absolute hard and fast rules that, if not played by, equal great offence. The offence is a hard and fast thing because we are all the same and all take things the same way.
The other terribly fun thing about this former relationship (and regular readers will know that these are matters that I rarely refer to directly because I can, on occasion, manage a modicum of discretion and would generally prefer people don't know how petty I am.) is that I am always the villain. I always was. And it's the same old thing. I am not nice enough. My head doesn't work the way it's supposed to. I interpret things differently. I fail to be what I am supposed to be.
I have reached the point where I am baffled by why men attempt to engage in romances with me. I am never who they think I should be and consistently fail to turn into that person. I have noticed that this failing is always my fault though. I'm such a bitch like that. Really.
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