He stopped responding to my chats and calls. While we were still dating, he never gave the slightest hint that things were over between us. So I held on, believing everything would return to normal soon.
Whenever I called, he wouldn’t pick up until the third or fourth ring—if he picked up at all. And when he finally did, he spoke in that cold, dismissive tone:
“If someone doesn’t pick your call on the first or second ring, it means they’re busy. You should give up.”
Too busy for me? Too busy to reply to a simple text? How busy can one human possibly be for his own girlfriend?
But instead of getting angry, I apologized. Because I loved him—genuinely. He was the first man I ever felt something real for.
It was painful, giving my all and receiving nothing in return. The red flags were there, waving boldly, but I convinced myself he was just “busy.” So I became the one doing all the calling, all the texting. Most times, he replied only when it pleased him. Other times, he ignored me completely until I reached out again.
I even rejected good, reasonable men who were ready to love me, because I believed he would eventually come around. Silly me, right?
But what finally broke me happened one Saturday morning. I sent him a heartfelt message to wish him a happy new month—you know, those long, warm texts filled with love and hope.
And his reply?
“Can you stop being childish?”
Because I wished him a happy new month, I was now “childish.”
That was the moment I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg. I simply stopped talking to him. It was hard, yes, but I slowly accepted the truth that every sign had been pointing to all along: “I’m bored of you. I don’t want you in my life anymore.”
Since I stopped calling and texting, the so-called relationship died a natural death. The only thing left was the occasional glance at each other’s social media posts.
Then came the plot twist.
The very moment I said yes to someone else—someone who valued me and made me smile again—he suddenly called.
And what did he say? That I stopped talking to him because of a “pauper” like my new boyfriend. He accused me of cheating, just because he saw my new man’s picture on my page. He said, “I knew you couldn’t be trusted. You were a mistake I’ll never make again.”
A few days later, life served him a full plate of karma.
He lost his job due to misappropriation of funds. And guess who went for the interview to replace him? My new boyfriend. And he got the job.
Suddenly, everything in my life began to align. My career took off, my confidence returned, and peace—sweet peace—came flooding back.
That’s when I truly understood something: some men in your life are nothing but agents of limitation. To succeed and find happiness, you must be willing to uproot the seeds of unhappiness and stagnation.
And my ex? He was the biggest seed of unhappiness I ever watered.
Not anymore. Never again.
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