I’m fucking fabulous, alright.

So yesterday whilst recovering from a deadly sun hangover (always wear sunscreen okay) I watched a season and a half of sex and the city. Too much I know I know. But I couldn’t move all day, it was like being hungover.

In between episodes, watching Carrie break up with Big, get back together, break up, meet Aidan, ruin things with Aidan, ruin Bigs marriage, and then be happily alone I got to thinking about my own ex (most recent).

The more I thought about him the worse I felt about myself. Why doesn’t he want me, what did I do wrong, what’s wrong with me. Blah blah blah. And then it hit me. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fucking fabulous, alright.

So here’s a list of fabulous things about me, and not so fabulous things about him. Please, if you’re offended, fuck off and stop reading. This is here to make me feel better, and to get things off my chest.

1. I’m losing weight. He’s gaining like a mofo.

2. I have boobs. He has boobs.

3. I have a wicked flat.

4. I’m going to pay off my student loan by age 25.

5. I have fucking fabulous girl friends my age who aren’t in high school.

6. I live in NZs largest city where anything can happen. Not a place where people go to retire.

7. I have a career, a great job, a car, and a university education.

8. I’m a babe, the most interesting, motivated, driven, intelligent, sexiest girl he will never ever have again.

9. I can only meet someone better. As mentioned above, there’s no one better than me.

10. I no longer have to put up with any of the bullshit that used to get me down.

Over the past week I’ve had countless people (some who I’ve only had around me for 5 weeks) tell me how much better, less depressed, and fucking fabulous I am now. It can only get better.

x

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8 thoughts on “I’m fucking fabulous, alright.

  1. Hey Caitlin,
    I was feeling a bit mixed over whether to respond or not. At first I thought, ‘this has nothing to do with me, should keep my nose out of it’ – but then as I kept thinking about it, I decided that as you’ve hurled it onto the internet it is more or less free game. Why shouldn’t I be able to comment on this public blog?
    I never really gave much thought to people slagging off their ex’s online. Like, surely their ex was a horrible person and they, the one with the blog and the voice were some kind of beautiful (fabulous) survivor, emerging from the ashes of an awful relationship like a phoenix. Face value, cool, IDGAF. This time I know that’s not entirely the case.
    You ex is one of the kindest, down to earth / supportive people I know, like I can’t imagine him having a mean bone in him. You’ve painted a pretty stink picture of him here – and while I can see that you’ve edited it a little and removed the personal details you posted re his student loan (completely freaking inappropriate btw – just because you may have been exposed to his financial situation while you were together does not give you the right to disclose that in any way, shape or form post-break) – I still feel that you’re portraying him as a fat no-hoper lurking in a going-no-where place and he that he is a source of drama and “bullshit”. I find that upsetting, at best.
    I can totally respect that you’re hurting or whatever, and that this is an attempt to try and “feel better and get things off your chest” – but like, in doing that – why do you need to attack your ex in the process? Like calling him out on where he’s living (also half removed – good job) and what may be happening to his body?( Tbh though, I’m not actually surprised that came up – it has become apparent in the past that you have no problem with being very vocal about his weight). I just can’t help but wonder what this would all be like if the roles were reversed?
    What if he, in a moment of desperation and insecurity, churned out some attention seeking words that were rude / hurtful / privacy breaching / insulting towards you? Under the guise of “making him feel better”? I can’t imagine that would make you feel great. I’m pretty sure that anyone would feel stink with this kind of bullshit to get them down.
    Cheers,
    One of Your Ex’s Girl Friends (who is not in high school).
    P.S. I’m aware that you’re a fan of the whole “don’t like it? Don’t read it” thing, but it’s important that people take ownership of the things they say. While I can appreciate that it effectively allows you to avoid having to deal with peoples potential negative reactions, it’s also lazy and a cop-out.

    1. Thanks for your opinion. Agreed, my ex has lots of wonderful qualities, which is why I was with him for 18 months. He also has some not great ones (as do we all). I had this blog before I met him and wrote about anything and everything, and I’m going to have it after him to write about anything and everything. Most people who read this (which is not that many) have no idea who he is, and seeing as he’s cut any communication with me, there shouldn’t have been any reason he could have seen it. In saying that, in good faith I’ve removed the things that bothered him. I never intended for him to see it and feel shitty it’s purely for me to feel better about a crappy time.

      And with all respect the only people that know the full extent of how our relationship was are me and him.

      Caity

  2. What was so bad about the end of your relationship that you need to publicly insult him? You broke up. You move on. If you need to be a bitch about it, do it to your friends, or write it down in private.
    You boast about your friends “who aren’t in high school” but then act like you are still there.

        1. I’m sure he can, maybe he’ll change them for you if you’re lucky . ‘brent4eva’ perhaps you should chill out a wee bit. You don’t know anything about me.

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