Why Meeting My Ex at a Gas Station Parking Lot was a Bad Idea
Most want to believe the good in people, don’t we?
I went and did what I always do. Same pattern, a different month.
I emailed my ex.
Are you Ok?
In our typical toxic fashion, her ghosting was over, and she responded. From there, we exchanged a few emails. She informed me she got herself in another mess in a relationship. I can always sense when the new guy is failing.
She told me she couldn’t talk about it but would explain at a later date.
A few nights later, I did what I did and went out and got drunk. Decided it was a good idea to text her.
Can you meet me at BP?
Now mind you, this was 7am on a Saturday morning. Within minutes she responded.
Ok.
I can’t say I was surprised because this is how our relationship goes. We break up, she runs off to someone else, it fails, I reach out, she comes back, and the whole cycle starts again.
I realized this time that I was just “another” guy in her never-ending rotation. I am always there when she has a “damsel in distress” moment. I’m that fallback simp that is always there no matter how…
