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I just got dumped. Twice.

I guess the first time didnt quite do it? I mean, i think i got it the first time but thank you for being thorough. I appreciate it.

People have been telling me lately that these things only happen to me. What are these things you ask? Well getting rebroken up with is one. People in my life just do some wild things.

For example: breaking up with me over the phone, to then drive over two hours to break up in person a week later. So he can finally give me the respect i deserve.

Give me a break.

But dont worry. I held myself back. Just a little.

Someone had to stand up for the women here (Yes women, i was fighting for us). See, little did i know this bore i was calling my boyfriend at the time, was trying to date other girls before he dumped me. Now i know what youre asking:

Esther, why were you with this dumb dumb?

Good question.

I went away for the summer. Before i left he wasnt a dumb dumb (No not yet). He was just boring. And sometimes cute, but usually just boring. Anyways back to my getaway, i was a good few hours away. And who can really keep tabs on a man from that far of a distance?

Not me clearly.

Well i didnt know i needed to okay?!

Im that nieve girl that believes just because im pretty and out of his league, i have him locked down. He knows how lucky he is to be with me. Right?

Uh uh girlfriend.

I was the dumb dumb here.

So yes. I did what any girl would do if given the opportunity. If you get broken up with for the second time a week later, you tell the bastard off. Its only the right thing to do.

Lets be real though, I couldnt be mad at him.

(Just hear me out)

How can you be angry with someone who is so unaware of their actions? Please tell me how, cuz i sure cant.

He couldnt even break up with me. I know thats hard to believe since i just said he dumped me. Twice. (Do i sound bitter? Nah) But he really couldnt.

He said and i quote: "i dont think im where i need to be"

What in gods name does that mean?!

You dont think you are where you need to be? Where should you be?

Ill tell you where you shouldnt be. You shouldnt be breaking up with me over the phone. (Bah dum ting!)

So the short version (yes this is the short version) is i had to force him to break up with me. No im not changing the story on you! This is the truth. He never would have broken up with me eventhough he wanted to.

The mind of a boy is a mystery to me. Really trully puzzling.

This is why i cant be mad (but i can be bitter). He was too big of a wuss to even have the guts to dump me. But he had the guts to cheat on me? Yes there are many questions we have for this boy. You try to figure him out.

So in reality, maybe i broke up with myself? Does that even count as getting broken up with? Can i dump myself on his behalf? This is baffling.

In any case, whatever balls he was lacking the first time he (or I) dumped me, he found them a week later. Maybe thats where he needed to be. Looking for his balls!

So lets set up this break up scene here: it was nearly time for dinner, and i was impatiently waiting. Thats when i got a phone call from a number i did not know (because no i did not save his number. I moved on). He asked if we could talk in person because he felt badly about how we ended things.

Thats when i found out what he did.

He drove over two hours to come see me.

Now, usually when im at this point in the story, people tend to ask me:

Esther! Did he drive up to ask for you back? Did he realize what he was missing? Did he come to his senses?

But we all know that was not his intended mission.

He drove up to finish what he started. With balls this time.

I wish i could say something interesting about the second break up. All i can was his drive was over 2 hours and the dumping only lasted for about 2 minutes. I hope that was fulfilling.

We broke up a month ago.

So Esther, why are you still dwelling on this now?

And ill answer that by saying im not dwelling. No not me. I just have too much free time on my hands.

I need a job. I do not have one. Nore do i know when i will have one. Due to this realization, i dont want to clean my house.

Uf you didnt think i was mad before, you definitely are questioning my sanity now.

Ill explain. I was away for a few weeks. My house is dirty now and i mean dirty. Now, once my house is clean, i wont need to clean my house anymore. This is a problem because once the cleaning task is complete, i will have no choice but to succumb to the realization that i am bored without a job. This way, im choosing to have nothing to do. I can clean, im just simply not doing it. If i clean, it will take away the one thing i still need to do. Other than find a job. But thats all good.