My ex-girlfriend is a bitch. She wasnt always like this. She was perfect. She was my sweet little angel. I was proud of her and happy to share my life with her. Too bad, she turned into an evil bitch (you know, I dont usually call a girl 'bitch', but I dont have a better word for what she is now). After spending years with me in a beautiful relationship that most can only dream of, she dumped me (more on the reasons, later). And when i got upset... No, upset is not the word. Damn, I'm weak in vocabulary. What's the word that describes the feeling you get when the person you trust the most splits open your belly and drags your insides out while you watch her in disbelief and horror? Anyway, when I got {insert that word here}, she said coolly, "You are a dramaqueen. Get a life"! She doesnt understand that she has turned into a fucking bitch and doesnt realise that she destroyed my perfect life (I wasted a scholarship to do Masters in UK, my parents cancelled a couple of wedding proposals, and I turned down a girl who truly cared about me... that was painful ... all this just to get dumped after a few weeks. Ouch!).
My dad had given me many advices but the most important one that he used to repeat every now and then is this - Never Trust A Girl. This might sound like bullshit if you are in a great relationship and think your girl is the most perfect thing that exists. It sounded bullshit to me too, when I was with her. Until I learned it the hard way. I thought I could prove my dad wrong and show him with my love affair that true love do exist. I took it as a challenge to show him with my life that nothing can destroy love. Apparently, it can be destroyed by a single facebook comment. More on that later. Anyway, I lost. He won. I am not saying all the girls in this world are bitches. I know some who aint. What I am saying is that, always, be prepared for the worst. Cos, you never know.
So dear brother, love your woman. Buy her flowers, buy her the most expensive watch you can get while you never even bought yourself a crappy one. Cut classes and skip breakfast and lunch to go meet her although by the time u say bye, you wouldn't have the strength to even walk a step. Drive hundreds of miles on your fucking bike, drive all day long in the summer heat and merciless rain to get to that tiny cafe where you could spend just five minutes with her and kiss her, and tell her that she is beautiful and that you love her truly, madly and deeply... Love her more than anyone else... But DO NOT trust her. When she says that if she could choose between breathing and stop loving you, she'd rather take her last breath to say "I love you", there is a huge possibility that she has absolutely no fucking idea what she told. Do not believe that she'll always be there by your side. Be prepared. It's always better to be safe than sorry.
By now, You probably might be thinking I'm out of my head. You would understand how I feel ONLY when the one you trust the most betrays you. When she turns to you and tells you "This is not the world's first breakup. Get a life". When she inflicts so much pain and leaves you to die slowly, you wish she had instead just sent a knife through your heart.
Through this blog, I wish to tell you my story. How all the golden memories that I wanted to cherish forever turned into painful splinters that make me bleed every single day. All those memories I wish I could forget... But since I cant, heck I thought I'd just write them down as well.
This blog is my way of telling her that she is wrong, that she is a bitch, and that she wasnt this way before. This is my way of venting out my feelings, frustration, agony, desperation and every other crap that disturbs my mind. And, my way of trying to tell those of you guys out there living perfect lives like the one I had, that you are dancing on thin ice.
This blog is my life in words. I call it, THE TIMELINE.
