A couple of years ago I was dating this guy who was really cute, he was Irish and Italian and had green eyes. He drove a BMW and always picked me up and dropped me home and would show me cool hideouts/hangout spots around the city.

He would make rude comments sometimes. I always felt like I couldn’t connect with him. He lived an hour away from me and sometimes would make the comment about how long the drive was for him and if I could “take the bus”. He would complain about having to drive me and the city’s high gas prices. The rides were always a big deal for him. It pissed me off because if you’re going to have sex with me at least have the decency to drive me tf home. I never let him not drive me home.

After seeing him for about 8 months I decided that was enough disrespect. I felt used and like a sex toy. There was no connection and I never felt comfortable with him.

As soon as I broke it off I’m scrolling down my instagram feed and there was a post by him of him and some girl at a gala event together!! She looked so happy. My heart immediately sunk in my chest. Although, finally there were answers to all my questions. Why he was so distant and secretive...

I commented something about “does she know that you pick me up for sex every Friday?” I’m bold. I was pissed. I felt like he posted it to slap me in the face. It really fit the bill of him thinking I was some pushover idiot that would see it and cry and say nothing. But he got it wrong. As soon as I posted the comment he deleted it and blocked me.

Aha! But not before I got her instagram and contact information with some trusty instagram lurking skills!

I immediately messaged her and told her EVERYTHING. She didn’t believe me at first. So I had to send her pictures and text message screenshots and videos. She called me crying and said that he was going to propose to her and that she was so happy with him. I kept sending her the reciepts. I made the blow as harsh and real as it was because I really did not want her to go back to him. I cared for her like I did myself and I wanted her to understand what kind of sick fuck sociopath this guy was.

Apparently he told her we only had sex once but it was over 100 times. She was believing him over the truth. I don’t blame her. I get it.

Apparently they got back together eventually. Cheaters never change though!

I always get my revenge. For time wasted. For stealing my emotional labour. For getting my hopes up. For disrespecting me. I like to let people think I’m some stupid girl until it is clear they had it wrong from jump. It’s one of the sweetest of satisfactions.

Fast forward 6 months! Guess who is hitting up my phoneeee yall! Little mister stinky dick!

He started pulling the same rues, “cmon”, “you know you want it”, “cmon this dick is irresistible” .. at this point I was reading these messages with tears of laughter in my eyes. How could I ever let this cocky fuck have sex with me??? Like he truly thought he was the best thing since sliced bread.

I continued playing dumb.

He wanted to hang out. I told him he’d need to explain to me what happened and apologize to me for that whole mess. But I had something completely different in mind.

First I told him I was downtown. Already a two hour drive from his work. But he said he wanted to go home and shower and freshen up before seeing me. So he drove the extra forty minutes for his pre-bang shower.

By the time he got downtown, I was already half way home on the bus.

I get a call. “hey I’m here, where ya at?”

Oh I said, “I thought you weren’t coming so I’m on my way home come down to the ends. I’ll get off the bus and wait for you at a plaza here.”

By the time he got to the plaza, another 40 minute drive, I was snug in my bed.

I get another call. “Hey where are you I don’t see you anywhere..”

“Shit” I said, “sorry my mom needed me home to help with dinner so I rushed down. Should have told you but I was rushing. Come down to my place I’ll be ready outside.”

By the time he got to my house 30 mins later, I saw his headlights outside, I was in my cow onesie pijamas, hair tied up in a bun.

He calls. I don’t pick up.

He calls again. I don’t pick up.

He calls three more times.

Sends text messages like a madman. When I left him on read I think he finally took it in what exactly had just happened. Ol boy was indeed NOT going to be indulging in this pussy like he thought. Ooooiieeee bitch! He thought!

He started sending texts snapping saying “if this was your plan all along you’re so extra” lol I just laughed. I said “Just know I’m not a dumb ass bitch and you tried it you slimy fuck! Talk to ya never.”

That must have been a FLACCID two hour, rush hour traffic drive home :’(

It’s not much but I definitely got my power back.