Ladybug Speaks the Truth

  The above screenshot was sent to a friend, who sent it to me. Nothing like seeing a picture of Asshole in your email to remind you to get off the apps. This was taken back in February, when he was clearly active on the dating apps again, so I can only assume that his last relationship failed. Or did it... I dated Asshole from late March 2019 to very early July 2019. Sometime in May or June I received a pissed off text or call, I forget which, from Asshole. He was absolutely livid. In his emails that day, from the daily Match.com email that they send to people who are active on there, was a picture of my dating profile suggesting that he might be interested in me. As you can imagine, this caused a problem. We met on OKCupid. I set up profiles on both, and then realized it was the same guys on both apps, and decided to proceed with only OKCupid. Apparently I didn't delete Match. I had unsubscribed to their emails, etc long ago and forgotten about it. Asshole let me know that things...

  It was May 2019, opening week of the Stratford Festival. Everything that you had been working towards in your role as Music Director for two of the plays debuting was coming together. For weeks you had been talking about the Gala, and how I had to have a dress. You told me over and over again that you had a budget of $10,000 to buy the most beautiful gown for me to wear. You wanted me wearing diamonds and looking flashy. I was to stand out in a crowd.  Except you didn’t listen to me. I am a frugal woman, who could never justify spending that much money (even if it wasn’t mine) on a dress. I am an introvert, who hates crowds, and small talk with strangers. As April wore on, we hadn’t gone for the big shopping day you kept promising, and secretly I was relieved. Except I was also dreading the night of the Gala and having nothing to wear. As a curvy woman, I was especially dreading shopping, as you would constantly send me links to websites to look at, that didn’t even carry my...