I know what y’all have been wondering. And yes, I’ve brought the tea, so take a seat. I asked Joseph if he minded me blogging about him a couple of months ago because I wanted everyone to know all about him. He gave me the permission. So I mean, I hope that still stands. This isn’t quite the blog post I was anticipating, but here we are.
Friday night, my (now ex-boyfriend) and I were literally walking out the door of my apartment to go to his place when I got a cryptic message from someone I didn’t know asking if Joseph and I were still together last Friday/Saturday. (Spoiler alert: yes we were). She gave me her number and told me I could call her to talk about what happened. I slowly and calmly turned to him with my hand still on the doorknob and told him that he had one opportunity to tell me the truth about this woman because I was calling her regardless of what he said. I have never seen someone so scared. His eyes literally BUGGED out. He didn’t move. He stumbled on his words as he told me bits and pieces of what happened, and when he was done I told him anything good he had ever done for me during our relationship was obsolete the moment he betrayed me, and I politely told him to pack his shit – ALL of his shit.
Her and I talked, and the things she told me obviously hurt me. What happened that night is between those two, and I won’t get into those details. But long story short, while I was in my own bed lying down watching Golden Girls on Friday night (because I am who I am), he made other plans I was unaware of – he cheated on me. The guy I met that I FINALLY thought I was going to end up with cheated on me. He had me FOOLED from the moment I met him. Literally, the night before, we were sitting in my living room and I was telling him how grateful I was for him and so glad that I finally found a good guy as he just smiled at me and grabbed my hand (I should have warned y’all to have your barf bags ready – my bad). Like, I was completely blindsided by all of this, as were most of my friends and family once I told them what happened.
Once I returned from my phone call, I remained cool and collected as I told him to get an Uber and make sure he had all of his shit, because he wasn’t coming back. I left in my car as he packed the rest of his things. I threw his hat out my car window as I took off hoping he would find it as he walked out (although not my problem if he didn’t).
As I was on the phone with one of my best friends telling her what happened, he texted me and told me he had a bag in my trunk. At first, I was annoyed because I didn’t want to see him again, but now I am so glad that my last image of him was as he loaded all of his shit into an UberXL (there was a lot).
People have been asking me if he was drunk or if he told me why he did it, and to be honest, I didn’t ask. I didn’t care for excuses or to be gaslit. Because in my eyes, there is no excuse for what he did, and nothing I could have done would have prevented it from happening.
He called and texted me all night, and you already know how I responded to his pleas to get me back. This weekend has been hard and embarrassing for me, but I told myself that after this weekend, we will be back to your regularly scheduled shenanigans with Rachael. This post is solidifying the fact that he will get no more of my energy.
I didn’t know I had it in me to handle things the way I did or to be strong enough to walk away, but I did it with such ease. I will not tolerate being disrespected anymore. I follow the standards I set for myself. Level up or be left.