Today, August 12, 2018, marks exactly one year since I broke up with my last (and final) long term girlfriend. We had taken a "break" and agreed not to fool around with other people. In typical simp fashion, I honored my word. In typical skank fashion, she broke hers. Imagine my surprise when I had found messages sent from her to some rando saying how much she likes to suck his cock and that she was thinking about it while she was at work. I wasn't heartbroken. Tears didn't come to my eyes. I was just pissed. I immediately told her I needed back my jacket (which I gave to her one cold night another year prior) and 200 dollars for all the bullshit I've had to put up with. It was a very low price, I know, but she wasnt worth much. She balked at first, and refused, but through proper blackmail and manipulation I got her to see my way of thinking. I even got her to drive 30 miles to bring the stuff to my apartment. When she got her I took my money and my jacket. She kept trying to tell me we had to talk, but I reminded her that there was nothing to talk about and nothing she could say would change my mind. I called her a disgusting whore and informed her that I never wanted to see or speak to her again.

And now here I am, one year later, and I feel free and happy from all of the drama and hate. She has tried to chat me up in various ways and even harassed my mother for a lasagna recipe. Needless to say, none of her attempts have gotten a response, and they never will. Here's to sobriety by going my own way for the rest of my life!