My Ex Boyfriend(LDR)

Sweetie, I know this is going to sound snitty and I wish there were some way I could type it without sounding like a condescending little sh*t, but I don’t think it can be done.

Still, let me try:

If the “graduation” you’re referring to is your high school graduation, you may think you’re grown, but you aren’t. You aren’t remotely close to being fully cooked.

Your hormones are still raging and you feel every emotion – love, hate, pain, happiness – much more intensely than you ever will feel them again in your life.

Waiting “months and months” to still be friends with him sounds like forever right now, but believe me, you will change more over the next four years than you can ever imagine – so much, in fact, that when the 22-year-old you looks back on the you of today, you won’t even recognize yourself…and that’s the way it SHOULD be.

Take it from me:

I thought I was “in love” when I was 18 (my uncle said he thought it was because Jeff looked kind of like John Lennon and my stepmother said she thought it was because I was temporarily insane – it was probably a little of both with a dab of wanting to escape an abusive mother thrown in).

I decided I’d rather throw away college scholarships, get married and attend a state university – and I did.

Biggest mistake of my life – and what makes it worse is that I KNEW it was a mistake before my wedding day. I went through with it because I was so young and naive that I thought that because I had exchanged some of the wedding gifts, I didn’t have a choice except to marry him.

The marriage lasted two years – and I left him with emotional scars that he never got over.

Please try to enjoy your youth. See lots of guys (just remember to take the pill religiously), get an education, start a career and LIVE instead of throwing it all away for a boy who will skip your mind ten years from now.

You’re lucky – you don’t live close to him, so if you take my advice and cut off communications with him now, you won’t be running into him from time to time, and it will be much easier to get on with your life.

If you think I’m full of sh*t and you are bound and determined to pursue a relationship with this boy, then as my grandmother would have said, “Go ahead on” – and in my case, she would’ve added “hardhead” to the end of the sentence.

Regardless of the way you decide to go, I wish you luck.