She was hosting a private party on new year's eve,only her and couple of her close girlfriends.
So I took the side to go out and party with my friends.
After some post-midnight Champagne and laughs,my friends decided it would be fun to just pop in over there and say hello.I naturally agreed.No party crashing involved.
As we head over there,I notice alot of cars.We ring the doorbell and some dude opens the door.
Now to get the full extent of the situation,you have to imagine the place reeks of bad cooking(she did NOT know how to do a fondue from the smell of it) and cheap booze.
We are invited inside by people we don't know guided by a voice from the back room saying we're cool and we can enter.
So this girl walks up to me and asks me if I was THE Exocet with a slight giggle.
I answer that I am.Her tone was mocking and I could smell the shit that was going to hit the fan.
I see that ***** of an ex enlaced in the arms of some gansta boy who looked like he just wanted to suck the blood out her neck like a vampire.At the same moment,my friends talking to a particularly dumb chick found out my ex had been talking trash about all of us.
We get thrown out,and I was a hair away from ripping the throat out of the gansta who was now hidden behind his pals,smack talking me.
It should have ended here,but in my rage I sent her an angry(to say the least) email the next day.She sends my friends a bullshit,text message email of apology,but not to me.
Queue 6 weeks later,where I sent a grouped text message to my friends asking how they were doing and if they wanted to go out,but included her by force of habit.
Didn't even realise until one week later,she calls me saying she was so wrong and sorry about what she did.After a 30 call(she paid),we decide to call each other every week to see if there is anything to salvage.
After 2 months of calling and healing,she stops answering.I knew she was under alot of stress with school and had gone through a depression before,so I,being of a worrying nature,thought she was in trouble.After a week of calling and leaving messages asking if everything was alright,I decide to take a train ticket to her place.A 5 hour ride and about 40 Euros for a one way trip.Of course,no one home.I ask the neighboors if they knew if she was alright.Nothing.
After 3 weeks like that,spending my weekends on a train with my grades falling during a difficult semester,I finally get some vacation time.The very day I got home,I decided to try an experiment.I called with a fixed line.Someone picks up and I hear loud music.Party music.
She knows it's me,so when I call with my phone,she finally picks up,only to let a friend talk for her.That dumb friend who didn't have the full story just kept repeating the same story about my ex not wanting to talk to me,and hasn't since new year's eve.
Now I get really mad and yelled as to make sure my ex could hear.I asked(still yelling) why the fuck she let me ruin my whole semester and waste over a month's rent and hours in a damn train.Still the same "she doesn't want to talk" stuff.
I let out the loudest,most bloodcurling and intense "*****!" to the point of scaring myself and alarming the surrounding houses.If I ever see her again and my friends aren't there to calm me down,I will sucker punch her in the face.
I'm generally calm and very forgiving,but she pressed all the right buttons to unsure I Hulked out.