As some of you know, Crayola recently resurfaced again. Several weeks ago he asked if I wanted to get together and I told him not unless he had figured things out and was serious about seeing where this could go. Big surprise - he vanished without a response. And then 4 weeks later, he reappeared...
So, we spent some time together and while my expectations weren't even on the radar, I did enjoy seeing him. We had plans to hang out again when he pulled his usual MO, flaked out, and cancelled with a lame excuse. Now, in the past I would have just let things go, but not this time. This time I did something I normally wouldn't have done - I stood up for myself. Usually I won't even acknowledge bad behavior because I don't want a guy to think that he got to me. Plus, I like to keep doors open, just in case.
Well, this time I told Crayola to delete my number and never contact me again. I told him that he keeps contacting me for another chance only to flake out again and again. And I told him it's not okay. I will admit, this was very scary for me. But I've completely had it and I really don't care what this assclown thinks of me. I will not sacrifice what I want. And I'm not about to tolerate his bullshit behavior either.
Here's the thing I've finally realized - this is all his shit. It's not mine. These are his issues; they're not my problem. And guess what? I don't care! So Tim, do me a favor - don't come back at all. You've exhausted your chances. And while I'm not angry or upset about it (after all, it's his problem, not mine), I'm done. I'm not going to let some wishy-washy dude flit in and out of my life every time he feels a whim. This is about me moving forward.