I would like to say that I’m not the one that gets aggravated when I’m not invited to something because generally I don’t enjoy going out all that much. I’m an introvert, of this I do not deny. I embrace it.
At the same time, this is the third, or fourth, time I’ve gotten “wait, you weren’t invited too?” from other people regarding a group of people I no longer see because, I feel, my ex is there.
Not that I really want to see him either, honestly, but I’ve tried to be a nice ex. I also have a breaking point of my patience and it’s going to grant me sainthood in various religions because of my patience.
I don’t get invited because my ex is there.
Likely at his request.
Because I’m the bad guy here Mr I didn’t bathe, nor try to find a job, or go back to school, or do anything that wasn’t annoy me about the side of the bed I slept on and MMO drama.
Urge to crash the newest outing rising, with a side of bringing my girlfriend and being as obnoxiously in love as I really am with her.
Caring level of respective parties knowing this: zero.