This morning during a walk I thought to myself, I really hope my ex is suffering. I wish there was a way for me to know he's suffering. Did the idiot not drive to my house today asking to see me😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. I told my sister to tell him to fuck off. I didn't even lay an eye on him. She said he looks horrible,pathetic and withered. Mind you HE broke up with me without giving me any explanation. After I demanded one he came and confessed to having cheated on me,or rather he pretended to confess. I later found out that his claim that he only slept with the other woman for a month was a lie. He had effectively been dating both of us for 8 months. By the time he came around to dumping me as a way of avoiding accountability,I sent a message begging him to reconsider. He got the impression that perhaps I would fight for him. I was fighting to be with a man I thought was faithful,when I found out he wasn't I was done. I found out through his friend that his intention was to break up with both of us and choose the one who fought for him. He said that he was going to tell me he had feelings for us both. I didn't let him get that far because I told him to fuck off after he told me he cheated. About 2 weeks after I told him to fuck off his friend told me that he asked him if he thought I would take him back😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. HE IS THE ONE WHO CHEATED ON AND BROKE UP WITH ME! He probably wanted to apologise and clear his conscience, he'll never get that from me. He'll never get to talk to me again for the rest of his life. He took for granted what I brought to his life, he thought I couldn't live without him, that I would run back to him, forgive him and work things out.
He misunderstood the intensity of my love. I didn't love him intensely because he was amazing and exceptional. I loved him intensely and empowered him because that's how I love. I was raised in so much love that I can't help but give it back to the world. The love I give belongs to me. It comes from me and it remains with me. I wrote this poem last month and boy oh boy did karma do her thing.
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@Ferric67 His karma is him suffering. He looks bad and he is desperate to see me,to talk to me but that will never happen. The urge that compelled him to come here will never be quelled. He'll never find closure,or peace. The best part is no one feels sorry for him,not his friends or family. They all loved me. His mother told me I deserve the best,this was after I broke up with her son. His best friend chose my side. I'm guessing the other woman doesn't want him either. He's all alone, and he did it to himself, and he knows it. That makes me very happy. 😊
