Inappropriate Day to Propose

I don't know why I'm cut but I am. I know I shouldn't be but I can't help it. Maybe it's because I believe I should be happier than him after the way things ended between us.

Six years ago today I discovered my now ex, then current English boyfriend had been cheating on me. I was 10,000 miles away from home. My best friends and family were a 24 hour plane ride away. I had never felt so heartbroken and alone all at the same time. Let me start back at the start so the point of this story clicks into place.

Initially we were friends whilst completing training and working at Melbourne Airport but a relationship soon blossomed. We were inseparable. We pretty much spent every minute of every day together until his 12 month working holiday visa was to expire. He wanted to be back home in England to celebrate his 30th Birthday. Our temporary contracts at the airport had wound up so we made the most of what little time we had left together. 

The day had come that we had to say goodbye. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done. He had packed his things the night before and I drove him to the airport in the morning where it had all begun. He checked in and we hung out at the plane station until it was time for him to wander off through those big, grey doors. My heart sank. My eyes welled up and I ran back to my car bawling. I couldn't breathe let alone drive. I sat and smoked a few cigarettes in a vain attempt to compose myself.

My mobile beeped alerting me to a received text message from him. From what I can remember he just wanted to let me know how much he appreciated me being a good friend and telling me how much of an awesome chick I was. It was the last three tiny words that floored me. I LOVE YOU. Nobody besides my family and friends had ever verbalised that sentence to me before. I immediately called him and told him that I loved him too. It was soon time for him to board the plane and then he was gone.

 When he got back to the UK we spoke on the phone each day. During in one of our marathon phone calls he suggested that I move to England for a year. I looked into visas the next day and saw that I was eligible for an Ancestry visa. I got a passport and visa and got my ass on the plane as fast as I could!

After being on opposite sides of the world for four months we were reunited at Heathrow. I was drunk/hung over, wearing pyjamas and hadn't showered in a day. I must have looked a right mess but he still met me with open arms and a big kiss.

We drove back to his family home in a beautiful little village in the English countryside where I met his Mum and Dad. They were so sweet, loving and open to me from the moment I stepped foot into their house. 

 I got a job at a local pub and met some really lovely, life-long friends. He was working long strange 24/7 rotating shift hours. About a year into my stay in England I discovered that he had a profile on a dating website. I was horrified. I confronted him about it but somehow he managed to make me believe that it was an old profile that he had on there and that he just had just forgotten about it and promised to delete it - which he did that night after work.

Things went back to normal between us and we carried on with our busy lives. A few months later, I noticed his behaviour changing. His shift times remained the same but he was coming home later from work. I was a tad suspicious but I gave him the benefit of the doubt until one morning after seeing him out the door to work I went back to our room and noticed some torn up pieces of paper on the floor next to the bin. I picked them up to throw them away when I noticed some interesting and heart breaking words on the scraps of paper.

After I taped it back together, the handwritten note read: "What we did was wrong. I have somebody who loves me. She deserves better. I got greedy, I wanted someone as beautiful and as intelligent as you in my life. The last thing you need now is me, even if that's what I want. I'm going to break up with The Opinionated Little Miss. I will be going to Oz with her for her B'day, I owe it to her. But when I come home it will be over." I immediately texted his lying, cheating ass and told him that I knew he had cheated on and that he needed to get home ASAP.

He managed to get out of his shift a few hours later. He was white as a ghost and very sheepish when he walked in the door. I told him what a piece of shit I thought he was and that it would at his expense to change my flight back to Oz booked for April to be changed to the next available. I didn't want to be anywhere near him and I most certainly did not want to have to share a bed with the cunt that cheated on me for the next two months.

This all happened on the 10th of February 2007. Six years ago today. Today he is in Paris with his latest girlfriend.  He proposed to her. She is now his third fiancée. I wonder if she knows what kind of a dishonest, cheating douchebag he really is? Good luck lady. You'll need it! Just remember Sweetie, I got three diamonds, you only got one ;)

Naughty Mr X

Oh Mr X. Why after all of this time do you still have my number tucked away in your phone?

I know you’re gorgeous and keen to meet up again. But seriously Dude. You have a wife and not one but two kids now. I think it’s time you delete my number and go home to be a good Dad and decent Husband.

Who propositions a girl by saying “Busy? Gotta kill 40 mins?”? Seriously! I’ve not spoken to you in over a year and that’s the best thing that you could think of? Thank goodness he can’t remember how to get to my house. I don’t know what I would have done if he had just rocked up at my doorstep unannounced!

I advised him that I didn’t think that it was such a good idea for him to pop in, his response? “Why? Don’t you trust yourself to just say hi?” I reminded him to the fact that we had never met up just to say hi. Meeting up to say hi to this guy always ended up with his dick up my arse. And while I always enjoyed it, it’s two days out from Christmas. Its 38 degrees outside today, I’m hot, grumpy and need a cold beer. I don’t need Mr X to drop in to be Prince Charming, mumble some awkward small talk and then expect for me to either give him a hummer or let him bone me up the ass!

I reminded him to the fact that last time we spoke I told him it was not going to happen again until he arrives at my door with signed divorce papers. It was a little bit of fun when he had a girlfriend, a tad more exciting after he was engaged and a super huge turn-on after he was married. But now that he’s a Dad, he seems to have lost his sparkle.

I told him to go home, put the kids to bed. Cook his wife dinner and bang her til she begs him to stop. He confessed that now that they have two kids, she’s not interested in sex and is always too tired and never in the mood. And here I am thinking that getting married means you have sex on tap? If this is the case, I never want to get married! I love orgasms way too much to give them up for a marriage certificate and two screaming kids!

He continued pushing me until finally I asked him how he would feel if one day down the track he found out that the libidoless wife had been banging the next door neighbour like a dunny door. I asked him to put himself in her shoes. Was coming over to say ‘Hi’ to me worth the potential heartache to his wife and kids? Just like that he got it. Married guys with two kids need to keep their cocks in their pants.

It was nice knowing you Mr X, but these days your trophy is slightly tarnished and now pushed to the back row of my collection.

We’ll always have the memories x