I thought the days of crying over boys were over. I say “boys” because MEN don’t cause a woman to cry. I really thought I left that all in my 20′s. And then three weeks into my 30′s, I got dumped.
Yes, it happened to me. Single for almost eight years, five years since I cried over a boy, and it happened. VIA TEXT. On a Saturday night.
Did I mention it was via text???
No, we were not serious yet, but it was a lot more than anything else has been in YEARS. Yes, this is small potatoes compared to the shits that have been taken on my heart in the past, but it still sucks. It sucks because, when you’ve been single as long as I have, you’re SO careful with who you let in. It sucks because everyone who I have really “let in” and have fallen for has always hurt me. It mostly sucks because there were no signs. Usually, you can look back and say, “Oh, he was trying to tell me or trying to show me that he wasn’t looking for something.” The only thing this person was showing me, was that he wanted to be with me and be a better person for me and because of me. I never asked for anything. In fact, I was cautious of him for a very long time. Not just because this person had questionable taste in music (he actually has tickets to go see Swedish House Mafia. RED FLAG), but because all of his situations before me were a disaster. And because mutual friends kept telling me I was way too good for him. I guess some people don’t have the palate for filet mignon when they’re used to Hamburger Helper.
Some of you may be reading this and thinking, “She was dating someone?! This bitch posts everything about her life on Facebook! I didn’t know she was dating someone!” I see your point. I do post everything on Facebook. Who I’m dating is about the only thing I keep private and respectful. Unless you screw me over. Then all bets are off, and you have officially given up your rights to privacy, which means you are facebook, blog, and stand-up material. If you don’t like it, you shouldn’t have been a dick. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” Truer words have never been spoken. (See: Adele, Taylor Swift.)
Some of you may be reading this and thinking, I am bitter, there are two sides to every story, and I’m just hurt because I got hurt. All of those things are true. However, I’m not mad because it happened. Ok, yes. Yes, I am. I’M F-ING PISSED. BUT, I’m pissed because of when and how it happened. I know most people don’t plan to and aren’t trying to hurt the other person involved, and I don’t think this guy was, either. You just always hope that someone will show you the same courtesy, compassion, and respect that they did when times were good, when times go bad. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
I guess I just thought all of this would get easier the older I got. It’s quite the opposite, as one of my best girlfriends pointed out. The older we get, the higher our expectations are when we learn we are ready to settle down. Not to mention the pressure from society and Mother Nature. The difference between getting dumped when you’re older is that, instead of thinking, “What is wrong with me?” you think, “What is wrong with HIM?”
There is no use in crying over spilled DOUCHE. I didn’t write this blog to gain pity, although I am currently accepting praise, compliments, and gifts in the form of alcohol. I know I’ll be ok, this isn’t my first “heartbreak rodeo,” and it may not be my last. But I have people in my life who are so amazing, so supportive, and more loyal than Tony Soprano. I’ve already won.LUCHANA GATICA www.luchanasvidaloca.blogspot.com Follow me @luchanagatica NEVER SAY NEVER LEAVING THE POND HOW TO SUCCEED IN EUROPE WITHOUT REALLY TRYING