So you have moved on, or so you think you’ve moved on (you could have very well just filed it in the back of your mind like most people do) from the person who left you broken hearted. Don’t assume that I am suggesting that this person was the love of your life, if it was then that sucks to the second power.
What happens when that person, who has clearly built a life for themselves (because unlike the movies, they aren’t left pining for you or regretting any or all the actions that led to the breaking of your heart); is married, beautiful wife and apparently two kids to boot, comes back from the dead, like the Walking Dead? Yes, this is my current conundrum. I believe I’ve moved because all I felt was pure indignation of the fact that he has the gall to, wait for it… request to be my friend on Facebook. Why? Clearly, he is suffering from selective amnesia because I do recall tearing him a new asshole when confronting him for standing me up on my birthday.
Yes, you read correctly, MY BIRTHDAY. Now don’t get me wrong I soothed myself with two bottles of wine (as far as I can remember, could have had a couple of more drinks) and a couple of pastry puffs as my friends played off my clear devastation. To this day I have never been in Chicago without being piss drunk at one point.
So what do you? Really, what do you do?!
Being the bigger person would entail accepting said friendship on the one social media site that solidifies whether or not you’re in a relationship, and with that said to demonstrate that after almost all those years you too have developed selective amnesia and accepting their friendship is just another day as a self-assured adult?
Do you send them a message to assert that you do know that you are both about to soberly engage in a cyber friendship that people can see and then accept their friendship? And if you do, what do you say? Do you respond afterward?
Now don’t get me wrong, I would like to honestly be the bigger person. I mean, this person meant something and to be completely frank, gave me something in a relationship that I’ve never had since. I would like to not feel the anxiety and at times anger that comes when seeing his name.
Indulging to your basic instincts would be to brood over his profile page and find a way to make yourself feel better because the life he’s now leading is not the life you wanted. You’re better off. Plus, you’d tell yourself that his wife is just second hand you (she’s actually very pretty and doesn’t look like a bitch). Then, you would deny the friendship. You once again would file this away in the back of your mind and call your best girlfriend to have the validation you crave for what you saw and what you have drawn to be the alternate truth to be the actual truth.
They say it takes more muscles to frown than smile, would this be the same thing? Accept and block from seeing anything of them? Either way, I truly do believe in Karma. Hell, if the First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy can be converted from one form to another with the interaction of heat, work and internal energy, but it cannot be created nor destroyed; then the energy that was clearly exchanged from my part will find its way to him (yes, that was a ridiculous stretch but I have to somehow create an alternative truth in some way).
I’ll call my best girlfriend and get her input.