All I Don’t Want for Christmas is to be Dumped

It's a long time since I've been dumped but I can generally remember the signs that the impending doom is coming. And, yes, last week my fears arrived just in time for Christmas.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't expecting it. In fact, I've been expecting it ever since it first started. Pessimistic, I know, but more likely realistic seeing as the man in question hasn't been able to commit to anything in his life.

He was nice enough about it, although I had doubts when he initially said I don't know what I'm trying to say here and further on into the conversation he says I don't know whether I'm doing the right thing. It didn't fill me with much confidence that he's ever been sure of what he wants. But he said what he said and after that there was no going back, as I reminded him and then he cried, as if he instantly regretted it.

I wasn't sure whether I ever wanted to speak to him again but I had a think and offered him an olive branch of which he gladly took.

Now he's back to messaging me and being super flirty which again he's never been.

I hope next year is better. Those who know me and my regulars know it's been another hard year for me for various different reasons. If you know, you know.

Merry Christmas, everyone x