the joker

My life is a joke. My "love life" anyway, or lack there of. Yesterday my ex (i dont even think I can consider him that. We messed around for 2 months, were official for 3 weeks) had up a FB status about a MN Twolves player. The status read:

Kevin Love has three 30-point, 20-rebound games this season; no other NBA player has one.- espn.com

I commented under it, "I'd Love me some Kevin." You all get it, yes? Oh but you are wrong. Apparently this was my way of letting him know I would love some of my other ex-bf Kevin. We legit fought back and forth via TEXT for probably an hour until I gave up and started ignoring him. During this whole ordeal I find out he was lying to me about sleeping with other people because he found it appropriate for the time to lie to me about that. Little does he know I knew he was lying so when he asked if he could come over (use your hand, geez) I said I couldnt do that to myself because I need to protect my health. Am I a tad manipulative? Of course. Owned. I am PISSED at him. Not only because he acted so childish, but for the fact that I had not thought of Kevin in a long time, I hadnt longed for him, I hadnt missed his goofy laugh, his fun personality, or well, his alcoholism. All those memories came flooding back along with the judgment I have for myself regarding the ending of our relationship. The breakup was for the best, but the breakup was my fault. There is one other person who knows why and Id like to leave it there so I wont get into it.

Today, like I expected, I got an apology text. It could mean something, but the fact that he acts out on his insecurities and uses other people as the scapegoats all to often and then sends these texts hours later has gotten redundant. And well, pathetic.