It’s been months since I severed ties with my ex boyfriend, the UFC fighter, a decision that felt monumental at the time. I believed I had finally moved on, only to be jolted back into the past when he called my landline multiple times just a few minutes ago. The calls were private, cloaked in anonymity, but the voicemails revealed his phone and also a different story—one that was both unsettling and darkly comical.
As I listened to the lengthy messages, I was struck by the absurdity of it all. There he was, seemingly fucking some low life, while blaring “Doing It” by LL Cool J in the background. The imagery of him with one of his gross pigs was not just repulsive; it was a reminder of the depths of his character. What could possibly compel him to reach out to me in such a grotesque manner? Especially when we haven’t talked in months. It felt like a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of connection, but instead, it only proves how pathetic he is.
Initially, I was stunned. The shock of hearing his voice again, coupled with the bizarre context, was disorienting. But as I continued to listen, I found myself laughing—not out of amusement, but from a place of deep validation. Each voicemail was a testament to the reasons I had chosen to end our relationship. The betrayal and manipulation I endured were not just painful memories; they were the very fabric of a toxic relationship that I had the courage to escape.
In reflecting on this experience, I realize how much I have grown. I was once ensnared by love, blinded by affection, and now I stand on the other side, stronger and more self-aware. The grotesque nature of his actions serves as a reminder of my worth and the importance of leaving behind what no longer serves me.
It’s a melancholic realization that some people never truly change. They remain trapped in cycles of their own making, unable to see the damage they inflict on others. Listening to those voicemails tells me everything and is a reminder of the emotional toll I endured and the strength it took to walk away.
As I move forward, I carry with me the lessons learned from this chapter of my life. I am grateful for the clarity that comes from recognizing the toxicity of my past. Though the memories may linger, they no longer hold power over me. I am determined to embrace a future that reflects my true worth, free from the shadows of someone who was, quite frankly, trash and will never be treasure no matter how many reprobates he screws to make himself feel better.
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