So, holidays are over, I'm on my way back from home and who do I run into at the trainstation? My crazy ex whom it took me two years to ignore until she stopped trying to get me back 
.
Honestly, this was the first christmas I didn't get a fukking text from her since breaking up and I have to run into her at the fukking trainstation?
Anyways, turns out she had to take the same train as I did, so one hour of awkward silences and forced conversation. She tries to keep it together but is clearly overwhelmed with emotions and I run out of polite shyt to say and ask her what her sister is doing since she didn't join them for christmas. Now mind you, when we were together, this sister did a backpack trip through Southamerica, cheated on her boyfriend with some random dude who worked at her hotel, secretely married him in some godforsaken village and upon her return, presented her new unskilled foreign husband to her family and announced she was pregnant. A couple of years later she and her husband moved back to his homecountry to start a business there. Of course my stupid ass forgot about that shyt or I wouldn't have asked. So my ex tells me that her sister cheated on her husband and is now pregnant by the other guy. She's about to be divorced, has no stable income and can't leave the country because her soon to be ex-husband has to give written agreement for her daughter to come with her, which, of course, he's not about to do. I'm sitting in that train thinking 
while trying to maintain a straight face and not knowing what to fukking say to that shyt. My ex looks at me like 
and starts sobbing and crying because the whole situation is too much for her and because she knows how badly that shyt reflects on her and that that shyt is the exact reason she will never get me back because her sister just proved my firm believe of "once a cheater always a cheater" and she and I know that it runs in the family and she cheated on me and even though she tries her best to not be that way, she is fully capable of pulling a similar stunt. So for the rest of the train ride i sit there like fukking Sheldon Cooper, patting her on the back, saying there there and trying to console her while avoiding as much body contact as possible. 
And now I'm feeling sorry for her ass because I realized that yeah she's fukking nuts, and selfish and can't be trusted, but she's not actually a terrible person, she just can't help it that her irresponsible a$$hole of a father screwed his daughters up terribly and that her fukking daddy issues, insecurities, low self esteem and need for acceptance led her to ruin what she had and don't allow her to get over it.
Sorry for the rant, but I had to get this shyt of my chest.
Date chicks from broken homes brehs.
.Honestly, this was the first christmas I didn't get a fukking text from her since breaking up and I have to run into her at the fukking trainstation?
Anyways, turns out she had to take the same train as I did,
so one hour of awkward silences and forced conversation. She tries to keep it together but is clearly overwhelmed with emotions and I run out of polite shyt to say and ask her what her sister is doing since she didn't join them for christmas. Now mind you, when we were together, this sister did a backpack trip through Southamerica, cheated on her boyfriend with some random dude who worked at her hotel, secretely married him in some godforsaken village and upon her return, presented her new unskilled foreign husband to her family and announced she was pregnant. A couple of years later she and her husband moved back to his homecountry to start a business there. Of course my stupid ass forgot about that shyt or I wouldn't have asked. So my ex tells me that her sister cheated on her husband and is now pregnant by the other guy. She's about to be divorced, has no stable income and can't leave the country because her soon to be ex-husband has to give written agreement for her daughter to come with her, which, of course, he's not about to do. I'm sitting in that train thinking while trying to maintain a straight face and not knowing what to fukking say to that shyt. My ex looks at me like and starts sobbing and crying because the whole situation is too much for her and because she knows how badly that shyt reflects on her and that that shyt is the exact reason she will never get me back because her sister just proved my firm believe of "once a cheater always a cheater" and she and I know that it runs in the family and she cheated on me and even though she tries her best to not be that way, she is fully capable of pulling a similar stunt. So for the rest of the train ride i sit there like fukking Sheldon Cooper, patting her on the back, saying there there and trying to console her while avoiding as much body contact as possible. And now I'm feeling sorry for her ass because I realized that yeah she's fukking nuts, and selfish and can't be trusted, but she's not actually a terrible person, she just can't help it that her irresponsible a$$hole of a father screwed his daughters up terribly and that her fukking daddy issues, insecurities, low self esteem and need for acceptance led her to ruin what she had and don't allow her to get over it.
Sorry for the rant, but I had to get this shyt of my chest.
Date chicks from broken homes brehs.
