No One Sent Packages to Your Apartment, Bacon

Amber Cordelli

Life has a peculiar way of revealing the truth about people, especially in the realm of relationships. Recently, I found myself entangled in a surreal situation involving my ex boyfriend, who has resorted to an elaborate narrative to portray himself as some sort of victim. He’s convinced various third parties that I’m harassing him and sending packages to his apartment, which he shares with someone named Amber—who, for reasons that escape me, goes by the pseudonym “Bacon.”

This situation exudes both ego and denial. My ex’s self inflated ego must be crumbling, given the reality that I chose to end our relationship after uncovering a web of lies and infidelity. He cheated on me and therefore the relationship has taken its course and is over. It’s funny to me how he’s attempting to shift the blame and create a victimhood narrative, perpetuating that I’m the harasser, the liar, and the psycho. The truth is, I went through a period of deep sorrow and grief after our breakup. I left, I cried, and I mourned what I thought we had, but ultimately, I emerged stronger and wiser when I realized the truth. I’ve come to understand that a man who cheats does not love you; he merely loves the illusion of love.


What adds an absurd twist to this tale is Amber or Bacon, reaching out to me on social media with accusations of me sending mail to their shared apartment. It’s perplexing and somewhat amusing. Why is she contacting me? My ex once described her as a “crazy drunk with a big beer belly,” and it’s strange to think he would vent about her to me while still living in her apartment. This was while having dinner at P.F Chang’s he and his friends attacked this woman as some form of entertainment. This contradiction alone speaks volumes about his inability to confront his own choices. If he isn’t sleeping with her, why else would he be there if he despises her as much as he claimed? 


Psychologically, this behavior is indicative of a classic defense mechanism—projection. By accusing me of harassment, he deflects attention from his own wrongdoing. It’s easier to paint someone else as unstable or bat shit crazy than to face the uncomfortable truth of one’s actions. The video he’s circulating, showing me in tears, captures a moment of raw vulnerability when I discovered his betrayal. It’s a natural human response to feel devastated when trust is shattered. Humans cry and grieve when they have been hurt. This is what it means to be human. If you have ever been cheated on, you know this feeling. 


Now, it’s time for Amber or Bacon, to reconsider her role in this drama. The allegations she’s making are not only unfounded and completely false, but also a distraction from the reality of the situation. I have zero interest in my ex or his entourage. The moment I learned of his infidelity was the moment all love dissipated. All love is lost when someone you thought you knew betrays you. All of the love I had for my ex is completely gone after I discovered he cheated on me. 


This leads me to the question—do all men engage in this kind of behavior or is it just the lying, cheating scumbags who get caught who do? The answer seems clear. It’s time for all parties involved to acknowledge the truth, accept the consequences of their actions, and move on. Life is too short to be entangled in the web of someone else’s deceit. By the way Amber, no one sent packages to your apartment. He’s making it up and more than likely doing it himself. 

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