Have been wanting to blog about my new job since the first week but work has been rather hectic and that leaves me pretty drained on other times when I am not working. And I didn't want to wrongly jump to any conclusion.
And so, first month has been.. yes, hectic. If someone were to ask me now if I think PR is for me, I wouldn't be able to truthfully answer that just yet as there are many other aspects that make up PR that I have yet learn. But I like what I have been doing thus far and I would lurve to learn about everything else soon. However, what I can say for now is that this new job has taught me 2 things that I have been meaning to do - being punctual and poker face.
Ha! I have been punctual alright! But I am still learning and trying hard to keep my emotions masked. I should have learnt this long ago but have not been getting down to it and then comes the job that gives me the perfect reason to do so. I am hoping to emerge a poker face practitioner soon! :))
Then there is the unexpected. So much so that it unexpectedly broke me. Yes it did, you win again ole fooker. All these while when people posed the hypothetical question of what would I do if he initiate contact again, I would confidently reply that that day would not come, he would not do so becos I have clearly told him to leave me alone and given his character I knew I won't hear from him again. And so becos I treated the question as hypothetical, I never had an answer to it becos I didn't think there would ever be a need. I was that confident.
Receiving his text totally stunned me. I didn't recognise the number at first but it looked awfully familiar and it took me less than 2 mins to realise who it was. I was not prepared to ever receive a text from him again especially not when a thot of him just flashed by seconds before that (eerie..). I mean it has been almost 3 years and he is a father now, why the hell does he still need to know how am I doing now??????? What is it to you whether I have moved on well or not???????
I thot I have clearly conveyed to his bestest fren how impossible it is for me to ever forgive him. And I don't believe he didn't tell him that at all?? Well, forgiving him is not in my agenda; not then, not now and not ever. In actuality, all it takes is that one word to lessen the hatred and I could have been appeased but it's too late now. That's him; forever callous towards how I feel. This time I am very sure he won't ever try to initiate contact again.
So many years later and you are still so selfish. You broke me and I won't let you do it again. You read it right. I will bring this hatred for you to my grave.
