Goodnight

Well, it's complicated, but let's just say that my ex-fiance and I are best friends. And we are. He's about the only person on the planet I talk to, next to two others. I spent all day with him today, and all night with him on the phone last night. It's weird. He lives right down the street from me, but I don't like his 'friends.' As a matter of fact I think that out of all the people he's around on a regular basis, two of them are only worth something. The rest are good for nothing inconveniences. Extremely irritating inconveniences...1

In this whole group of ten people, I'd say maybe four of them aren't shit-talking, rumor spreading, lying idiots that are apparently still stuck in high school. They don't do anything but talk crap about people and start drama. NOT my cup of tea. All of these people have screwed me over. Every one of them except for my ex-boy and his best friend. All the girls in the group are hopeless trash. I thought one of them would prove me wrong, but NOPE...she screwed my ex-boy. What a whore. All that had to be done was...'hey, I think he's hot. Mind if I go out with him?' Now, honestly...yes I would mind...BUT AT LEAST GIVE A HEAD'S UP!2

Now, the only reason I'm still friendly with my ex, is because he was up front about it. He told me what was happening, which I appreciate. I'd rather someone call me a no-good bitch to my face than say it behind my back. At least then I can defend myself, right? What's ridiculous, is it all started with me trying to help one of my friends, at which point I was bombarded with TEXT MESSAGES!! [[ Come. On. Tell me to my face, you coward.]] on my way down to see my dying grandfather, after spending the whole day with these people the DAY BEFORE. Don't you think if you had a problem with someone, you would be up front about it? "Hey, I think you're a bitch, and you should keep out of other peoples' business." To which I would say, "Hey, I think all you do is talk shit and you might want to figure out what's actually happening before you run your mouth." See, not a big deal. That's not difficult. Needless to say I don't talk to these people anymore...3

However, I spent all my time with my ex today, and with his parents. He was being as sweet as ever, like he usually is when he's with me. He's my closest friend. I wouldn't trade him for anything...but these stupid buffoons are doing the same thing to him that they did to me. Now, he's not helpless by any means, and I'm sure he's going to give it right back to them in a way they've never even thought of. He's the KING at messing with people, finding their buttons, and hell, yeah, I'm rooting for him. What I don't get is why do people act this way? Like they are the best thing on the planet and if you don't hang out with them you're nothing? That doesn't make sense to me, and makes me want to shove their petty ideals down their throats with force. Where do people get off treating others like that? Granted, I'm not Mother Theresa, I will be a bitch to you if I feel the need, but I'm not going to go around and slander someone's name! That's a load of crap, and how they think they're going to get away with it without any repercussions is beyond me. At least I admit I'm a bitch, at least my ex admits he's an asshole...yes he is, which is why we get along...but he's always honest with me no matter how much it might hurt and vice versa, and these others are in for a rude awakening. 4

What goes around comes around, and I fully believe that. I'm waiting to see them get theirs. And I'm going to laugh at their discomfort and unhappiness, because I honestly don't give a damn anymore. However, at least I know there's one person I can count on, and when he tells me "Goodnight, sweet dreams. Drive safe okay?" I know he means it. I know he's not saying it out of formality or niceties. He says it because he cares. Even if he is my ex, even if he screwed my 'best friend,' he would still be honest with me about it. If he wanted me to have horrible dreams, he'd tell me. I'm just happy that I've found someone on this earth who enjoys the simplistic comforts of honesty as much as I do. And I love it when he tells me goodnight.