Sorry i just wanted to have a minnie moan/rant.
I split up with my boyfriend back in January and it was quite amicable. Since then he has started to become friends with his ex (the one before me) who he had said to many people over the past year he would ratehr not have anything to do with. In short, when they split up she started spreading rumours about both of us, saying we where bullying her, threatening her and would ‘not allow’ her to go to certain places. At the same time she had sent emails to me saying that i should saty away from certain places because they where ‘hers’ and how dare i take them away from her. She also tried to physically assault both of us (including a couple of tiems with a knife) and would perform ‘suicide attempts’ during which she would cut open her wrists, stand on a bridge or take an overdose and then call my bf or another friend and say it was all his fault and if he was a ncie person then he would stop her.
So the ex an i split up, and they become friends agin. And then they start dating. Only he doesnt tell me this, i have to find out from other people. And when he finally realises that i know and talks to me about it, he tells me off for not liking her and for not giving her another chance and for being upset with him because i think not only is what he doing deeply hurtful and incensitive but downright stupid.
I obviously got a little upset. I am not one to show my emotions though and saved it for when i got home, where i had a little cry and got a hug and a cup of tea from my housemate. I was still feeling pretty crap the next morning and got another hug from my housemate.
That evening I was supposed to be ding a group activity which we do every monday and that involves both me and my ex. I wasn’t happy about having to go and work with him but i was prepared to grit my teath and get on with it. After all thats what you do and thats how i get through things.
When i got there though, my freinds had quietly organised it so that i wasn’t needed and that tehre where people who could take me off elsewhere and so i was looked after. It was all very kind, but my protestations that i was fine and didnt mind being there where ignored and off i was shepherded. Now i admit, sitting and having apint with my friends probably was easier than working with the ex, but now I a) didnt get a chance to work through it and b) it gave the impressiont hat i couldnt cope and wasn’t ok and made much more of a fuss than i wanted.
I love me friends to bits for trying to help and doing it without any prompting and i know it is simply because they care, but i wish they hadn’t and now i feel odd and a lot more vulnerbale than i should.
My word that was long, i’m sorry i jsut needed to get it off my chest.