Exes That You Can't Stand

So, my ex from my senior year of high school (and into my freshmen year of college). He's the ultimate asshole. Don't ask me why I dated him for a year and a half. That's irrelevant though. After him I became serial non-monogamist (hah, can you tell how [not] great in bed he was?) and he became the exact opposite. His last girlfriend of nearly three years, he cheated on with three girls - she only found out about two of them. Poor girl. After that girlfriends' mother got them both summer internships at JP Morgan, he became the ultimate super-boring, money-obsessed banker; actually, I believe he works in mortgages. He stayed on as a part-time employee after the summer and has since sold his soul to Satan for the bottom line.

I haven't heard from him in months, probably because I hadn't texted him, and I hadn't wanted to or even thought of him in those months, until I got a text from him tonight while on my way to the movies:

"So, I was going to leave JPM, but they doubled my salary instead. I'M RICH, BIATCH!"

Needless to say, I was not impressed. I guess he was expecting me to say that I was oh-so-thrilled that the greedy sons-of-bitches who drove this economy into the ground (and in return, cost me my job) are being rewarded oh-so greatly. Anyone who knows me knows I don't fake anything, especially not congratulations that are NOT in order and I didn't in this case either. In the end, I told him I was sad for him that the only way he could validate his accomplishments was to gloat about them to me. He still hasn't answered. Good riddance.

I try not to be negative on this blog, but I felt this had to be said.