Who knew the Facebook rejection could be taken to a whole new level?
I said Sunday that I would explain my Saturday night almost-temper tantrum, so here goes…
Months ago, when I first started this blog, I sat down at my computer and started jotting down ideas for posts. Things that sucked about breaking up. Things that were funny. Things that made me want to burst into tears. One of the things that fell under the category of “things that suck so bad about breakups and makes you whine that the world is such an unfair place” was the dividing of friends.
Any relationship that lasts past the casual first three months of dating is bound to have acquired those friends that fall under the “mutual friends” zone. My ex and I met while living in the same duplex and our house became our own little world. I shared a room with my closest girlfriend and all our male roommates surfed and boozed together.
We were like one really dysfunctional family, complete with hookups and fights and lots of alcohol. Then my ex and I moved out into our own little love den and my closest girlfriend became my biggest enemy and all those roommates started treating me like I was Los Angeles’ own Yoko Ono. Needless to say, when we broke up, he got custody of them and I was more than happy to give up my visitation rights.
But then this summer, I began to hang out with a few of our old friends. And things were cool. The past was the past and my ex never seemed to be around. Until Saturday night. It was the night before my ex’s birthday and there was a party going on at our mutual friend’s house. My friend invited me to come hang out and then an hour later, presumably after realizing both my ex and I had received an invite I got a message on Facebook.
Remember in elementary school when you used to get in fights with your best friends because of some silly thing like her stealing your pogs or some shit (does anyone remember those) and you would uninvite her to sleepover? When I opened my Facebook inbox, it pretty much went like that.
