Its more like karma does it for you when you deserve it.

I was finishing my school and it was the waiting period for college. I broke up with my boyfriend in the last semester as he was a total jerk and gave me constant threats of suicide and other pressures. I had enough. There was this “friend” who talked to me to break up with this person. I being naive at that time, trusted him..

Now a few months after the break up this so called friend said that he had feelings for me. We stayed a town apart and me on my holidays went to visit him. It had been a relationship for about 3 months, which started a month after my break up, so naturally I was wary of all the things and was extra cautious. I repeatedly told him I need time and lets be friends for a while. It really strange to see people pretend and lie so well. I became comfortable with him and gradually started thinking about relationship again. The sweet words of promises. Talks about future, how much he wanted me bla bla bla.. from one side it may seem cheesy but on the other hand it was plain way to get into my pants. While all the time there was a certain gut feeling telling me be cautious.

So after I finally met him things went fine until the time that we were alone waiting at the parking lot and he tried to kiss me. At first I was unwilling but then again my naive self gave over. It was yuck. He smelled horrible and his hands were trying to go under my clothes constantly but I being polite said I was getting late and must get going. Also during this time, I needed to exchange a newly bought phone and since the store was closed that day and he said he could help me with it. I gave him that phone and we agreed to meet the next weekend. It was going fine, he waited with me till I boarded my bus and was gone. Since it went fairly well, I decided to give this a chance. I liked him. Not head over heels but enough to consider him seriously.

Things started becoming strange from the next week. He started becoming busy. I didn’t mind for 2 -3 days but then it was strange. His social media profile showed him quite active and doing nothing. I started calling him to inquire about my phone. No answer. Weekend was coming and we were supposed to meet again. He finally answered and said that some work came up and would reschedule it. Fine. We talked and I thought things were fine. Then again he became busy for days while his social media activities spoke otherwise. I was getting upset. I was not going to be fooled again. I decided to use my stalking power and cross checked everything he kept online. Mind you I didn't have his password for any account but gathered enough to know something was going on. And then I finally found a girl who he was in actual relationship with for past year.

Shattered?? Well more like disgusted.

“For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.”
― Euripides, Medea

I stopped contacting him. No use. He was avoiding me totally. I was not going to be a victim again. I texted the girl and told her everything. It was hard to believe but I told her, “its up to you whether you want to believe it or not, I believed him and he broke my trust. He could have simply walked away without playing with my emotions. I never imposed anything on him. I contacted you(the girl) only to know the truth for myself. If you want to stay with him, he is all yours and I do not have anything against it. The only thing I hate is someone taking advantage of my emotional breakup and using it as a cheap thing to get pleasure. And I have got better things to focus in life than cry over all his stupid empty promises.”

All night I stayed awake and felt different. I was neither sad nor happy. But I felt at peace. I began to realize there were more important things in life than all this stupid love games. Yes, I could do a lot more things to help those in need rather than wasting my time. Next morning I got up late. I checked my phone it was full of missed calls and curse messages. You can guess it who. Quite plainly the girl confronted him and gave a good bashing and most probably broke up with him. He had the audacity to talk to me after all this.

I was past all this, I had enough. You may wonder about the phone. I didn't need it. I valued my peace of mind. That piece of shit can keep it for all he wants.

I blocked him from every possible way and moved on.