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Yesterdick: How My Ex Screwed Me One Last Time and Woke Me Up to The Reality of Closure
As Dua Lipa once famously sang, “If you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him.” I should’ve known better.
Some time ago, a good friend introduced me to a term that helped me face a certain reality.
At the time, I had been trying to accept that a failed relationship I gave far too much of myself to was less of a true coupling, and more of a one-sided situation-ship. I had barely entered the phase of false acceptance, fooling myself and almost everyone around me that I was finally past the sweet nothings he whispered in the bedroom. My friend, however, knew better.
During a casual hangout, I let it slip that I had bumped into my former dude out of the blue (which was a lie. I went out of my way to bump into him). I then breached the possibility of reaching out to them.
“It would be nice to talk to him,” I told my friend. “And I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving me a lil’ sum’n-sum’n’.”
The ol’ “closure, sans clothing” technique.
Being the good friend they were, they saw right through my bullshit and gave it to me…
