
I saw these couple of episodes from the series about Carrie's second break up with Mr. Big and it took her a lot just to try to forget all about him. Then there was this 5'10" woman who came along Big's life. Got engaged and then got married. No, I didn't have an ex who got engaged, more so, who got married. But I kind of saw myself in her in a twisted kind of way. I got this ex whom I've been with on and off for like...3 or 4 years. First serious relationship, that's what it was. Since it was a long distance relationship and we only saw each other for less than 7 or 6 days a month, it was somewhat a not meant to happen kind of thing. I was crazy to even agree with such set up as I look at it right now. To make the long story short, I finally gave it up and moved on. Then, for I don't know how long it was, I got this news that my ex got a new bf. It was insanse painful then that I said to myself, my trash, not your treasure. I flirted my way back [which is wrong, I'm telling ya] out of jealousy and a bitter self. Right then and there, I finally knew how it felt to be a No. 2. It sounds too freaky to me right now and it felt like goose bumps all over.

My ex who became a non-ex [now permanently an ex] told me about the other one and the problems on going with their "relationship", it smelled more like fire in a gas station, the devil in me took over and made the fire grow even bigger. I don't exaclty know when did it start to hit me that what I was doing was wrong and pure evil but it hit me anyway [thank you Lord!] and finally gave up my now permanently ex for good.

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