As I’ve mentioned before, nothing brings on the massive self-improvement project in me like a crisis. Since calling off the wedding, I’ve redone the bedroom, gotten a haircut, installed an airconditioner, and finished a week on Weight Watchers online (down eight pounds this week- thank you, heartache diet and bellydancing), rearranged the books on my bookshelves, bought new clothes, and started shopping more organic and veggie. This level of self-improvement cannot possibly be maintained, but it is keeping me busy, and for that I am grateful.
Over many bourbons this weekend, I hashed out the latest details of the break-up with BC. And the conclusion? The ex is clearly highly susceptible to reverse psychology. If only I had been savvy enough to do it intentionally. The minute I give him the boot, every word out of his mouth is about how in love with me he is, how I was the best thing he ever had, how he wants nothing more than to marry me and have children (immediately), how miserable he is without me, and how he could never apologize enough for hurting me and would do anything to have me in his life. When I was ready, willing, and waiting for him… well, we all know how that worked out.
Which makes me wonder, if I started begging him to call me all the time on my work phone (with no caller i.d.) maybe I could stop getting the phone calls of misery?