Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Weight lifted

Rege and I had our last ever conversation last night.

In a way, I felt a little bad about it since rejection never feels good. But in another way, I'm glad. Super glad even.

I'm the type of person who needs an ending, a conclusion, a closure. And I finally got it from him. Even if he wasn't a constant presence in my life like Dr. Shark and I certainly didn't feel for him in more ways than sexually, there were always days where I'd wonder about him and be curious if he was wondering about me too. But now that I know... I know.

Surprisingly for me, I'm not sad about him leaving my life. The idea of him hanging over my head was more of a hindrance and brought me more anxiety than it should have when clearly to him I was already gone. Maybe it's time to do a little man-cleaning in my life! Trim the balls, so to speak.

His last words to me were: "Good things usually come to an end, sooner or later." I've deleted him from my phone, all his messages to me, and I'm glad.


  1. Trim the BALLS, indeed.

    Good riddance, girlfriend!

  2. They were sexy balls for sure... With a side-saddle of douchebags. ;)