Finally, he is gone forever.
I didn’t write about the incident that happened last week because I became an aunt and I was busy and tired and lacked sleep. So let’s roll back to last Monday or Tuesday. So over a week ago. I got a message on facebook from a person adding me as a friend with a message saying, “I know you won’t accept me, but I will try anyway.” I was like wtf.. Why the hell is HE adding me. Yes him! The one and only cause of my anger and my hatred. So let’s make this clear to everyone about the term boyfriend and girlfriend. No I was never really his girlfriend in any way. I spent more time fighting with the guy cause I couldn’t stand the way he acted and lived his life. We weren’t at the same wavelength at all times. Sometimes it was fine, we got along great. I was also very naive and just wanted to live a normal life.
So we made that clear right? A guy who I didn’t love that much because of various problems, but a person I cared about. Normal. I wasn’t stupid in any way like other Arab girls or anything and I am too Arabic and conservative culture wise.
Ok.. well he added me to facebook. I looked at the message and thought… well well.. what does he want? Cause I am really stubborn and I wanted to do the opposite of what he had said, so I accepted and added him to facebook.
Big mistake. Well, I could see his profile if I added him or not, but he couldn’t see mine. So he was on a role and was adding all his pathetic drunken cousins too. He also added a girl I knew from years ago that actually introduced me to him the first time and was on my list of friends.
So let’s get back. He was adding pictures and stuff of him and his family. I was looking at the pictures and I just couldn’t believe how he changed. And how disgusted I was from looking at him and his cousins. I was just too disgusted and thought to my self, “I actually liked this guy?” At that moment I thought, good he is gone and I know my self. I am not ugly and actually decent looking for an Arab girl. Too decent to be scene with a guy like him. So this incident happened at night. So next day I was browsing around on facebook and I saw on her profile a message from him. She was going on a trip to Europe and he was telling her, “please say hi to all the hot women there please.” She replied back saying, “sure thing..” If you read that you would be like whatever. It was just stupid. Then he replied back and said the same shit again in a more nastier and disgusting way to reassure her. I read it and I was like wtf? Is he for real? Like couldn’t he tell I can read this shit? What an idiot. So I removed him and her from facebook. I wasn’t really friends with her and I haven’t seen her in years. So I didn’t care. She was the one that added me but never really talked to me. So I removed both and I messaged him saying that he was pathetic.
So here is his reply back:
“You are VERY complicated!”
I read it and laughed. I thought to my self, of all these years that I have known him. Of all those stupid things he has done that no sane person would do, he called me complicated, and emphasized VERY complicated? I thought wow. I need plan B. Nothing I have said the past year in my blog or email has effected him at all. I was purely insulting him and making him appear like the worst human on earth the past year, and he called me complicated because I removed him from facebook cause I didn’t want to be friends with him or see stupid messages from him? Why the hell would I be friends with such an ass.
So I replied back in the meanest, most bitchiest message on earth. I had to remove names. It has to do with work. From long time ago. He used to work with me and he quit. I know he quit. He didn’t like my boss or work and my boss didn’t like him. So he quit before he fired him.
This was my reply to him,
“as complicated as you.. thanks for teaching me the art of complication..
by the way.. I want to bring things out to the table.. when I wrote that post on my blog about you.. XXXX read it.. and he told me this.. which I found very interesting.. he said.. why were you sad and blaming your self for him quitting.. I actually fired him but I kept it quite and didn’t want to cause a problem in the lab.. (as in me knowing)… So I donno if XXX is telling the truth to make me feel better, or you really quit.. in the end.. all I can say.. you made me miserable cause of it and guilty until the day XXX told me what really happened ..But you telling me that you quit cause of me and you didn’t want to be in the same room as me was the worst thing a person can do.. anyways.. enough said.. I rather believe XXX.. because his story makes sense.. a person who was so much in debt and was getting paid well.. why would he quit? lool..well just be thankful you have a good job now.. really.. allah rady 3annak.. it was for the best.. and some how deep down inside.. I agree with XXX with what he did..”
Could I be any meaner? I knew he quit and my boss was trying to make me feel a bit better I guess. In the end I rather know that he was fired. I can convince my self that and I knew he quit cause of me. This was in 2004.
Within 30 minutes or so, he messages back. Two messages. One after the other. Some of it in Arabic. I will translate it in the end.
>> much in debt and was getting paid well.. why would he quit? lool..
Sure, believe him. Allah yakhdik intie wie yah.. You believe what you want to believe and do what you want to believe.
Allah yi3eenik 3ala 7alik.. intie wie XXX afandi, and yes I can come to the lab and say in HIS fuken eyes that I did quit.
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Translation:
Sure believe him, May God get rid of you and him (as in die). You believe what you want to believe and do what you want to believe.
May God help you from your self.. you and Mr. XXX, and yes I can come to the lab and say in HIS fuken eyes that I did quit.
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DONT FUKEN REPLY TO THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE VERRRY PATHETIC FOR BELIEVING XXX.
7asbiya allah 3alaiky wie 3alaih..fuken leave me alone!
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Translation:
DONT FUKEN REPLY TO THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE VERRRY PATHETIC FOR BELIEVING XXX.
May God protect me (or something in that meaning) from you and him..fuken leave me alone!
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So it took how many emails and blog entries for him to get mad? Was he mad cause my boss reads my blog? Was he mad cause I said he got fired although I saw the email saying that he quit? So I thought to my self.. why didn’t I mention this earlier. I could have seriously gotten rid of him long time ago! Very long time ago.
However, until then, all I ever wanted him to say, “I hate you too.” Yes, I was actually waiting for him to say it. To actually end this crap. If he hated me, then he would fucken leave me the hell alone. He would stop constantly reading my blog, sending me stupid emails, and adding me to facebook.
So I blocked him from facebook as I read that message. So he can’t even find me or see my profile. I was like finally. Good riddens to bad rubbish. I should have done that long time ago, but I wasn’t expecting this. As I got the message, I was talking to my friend about it and showing her what he has written. 15 minutes of receiving the message, I got an SMS to my cell phone. I didn’t know the number obviously cause I removed him from my address book long time ago.
The SMS said,
Hey I don’t wanna see ur name in my life again! I never hated before.
I replied back quickly as I read that and said,
Who is this?
Haha.. I never got a reply back. I knew who it was. But the funny thing is, what if I didn’t check my message? But you know what, I think he sent the SMS after he realized I blocked him from facebook and he couldn’t send me any more stupid messages. It was his last chance to redeem his pride. He had to end it by saying that he hated me. Finally.. wohooo..
Too bad, cause I think of my self as a very stubborn, arrogant person with too much self pride, that no idiot out there would ever insult me. I mean it. Never ever.
So that’s the story of last week that I was too busy to write about. Now I am back and I will be rebelling in a new style. I don’t know what that style is yet, but I will eventually come up with something. 
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Huh????
And you’re saying you want to rebel MORE?
What does this rebellion really mean then?
When I first posted anything on this blog in anonymity, it was out of sheer concern to help relieve some frustration/puzzlement off of someone frustrated but full of promise.
Now, with the benefit of looking at all that has transpired recently and the background, I am seeing a few issues you have to sort out internally that seem to be affecting a lot of things around you in a domino effect.
So for the sake of staying brief and not getting in other people’s business, here is my advice to you:
Chew on what you are about to say and do to others SEVEN times before you actually act.
The typo-ladden anger coming out is unhelpful and I have refrained from commenting at length on a lot of recent posts. This one is a sign for worry -especially given the picture you used- and I think you need to take a step back and reflect a little more deeply.
Sincerely
Not sure why End of Line return prompts are not recognized any more. Sorry for the conedensed look. ‘Didn’t anticipate it.
BostonWW .. I don’t understand why you seem too concerned with me and what I think or say? Like I don’t mind your advice, but you seem in awww and disbelief of the things I write. I don’t get it? If you have a problem with what I write or you prefer to only comment on certain posts that you think are strange about me, then you are the one with the problem.
Also this, ” Huh???? And you’re saying you want to rebel MORE? What does this rebellion really mean then?”
I don’t understand why you are even mentioning this. Can’t you tell by the title of my blog? I write this way on purpose. I base my writing style on my web site’s title. That’s all.
Maybe I should explain this to you first. I am a blogger who owns a personal blog about my thoughts and concerns about life. The accuracy of events and detail and explanation is limited because some things I think are non of anyone’s business so I don’t write about it. So the stories I write seem vague. A lot of them are just full of anger and rage. That’s how I like to write. Plus why did this particular post seemed to ring a bell in your head and made you say “wow.. what’s wrong with her?” Plus you comment like you are my guidance councilor or waiting for a post that sparks your concern only. I never see you commenting about a particular event that can be joyful or just plain ordinary.
Anyways, I just wanted to tell you to back off a little bit and not have alarm bells ringing in your head cause of this. Seriously.. what would you have done if you have read my blog from the begging like my other regular commentors here do? I think you just came in the middle of the story and thought you can be Mr. Helpful.
But Mona why did you call him pathetic? That’s not very nice. You had to expect that he would be pissed. He was just trying to be friendly. Don’t you think?
Jason.. why you defending him? Is it a male thing?
No. Of course not. I know his history and I know that he was very much to blame and caused many problems.
I’m just saying he seemed to want to get friendly with you again but you told him he was pathetic. And that’s when everything got ugly.
Needlessly responding with hostility only makes matters generally worse and escalate from there. That might have prevented you some headaches before.
“I don’t understand why you seem too concerned with me and what I think or say? Like I don’t mind your advice, but you seem in awww and disbelief of the things I write.” I am no different than other people that have built a rapport with your blog and wish you well the only way they can, is by feedback. You won’t always like a comment. Sometimes it is what you want to hear and sometimes it is hypocytical kissup. Not here. I am too direct for that.
One can turn it around and ask: ” why would you think the world cares about your cowrokers or family or friends etc” If you’re asking why people care when they post answers you don’t like, then the flip is why is it posted to begin with if it is personal and open for comment?
We’re glad you post and share your angst and glad for your friendship but when you say things like “some things I think are non of anyone’s business ” – which I actually stressed initially in my post- that’s ironic and paradoxical, to be wirtten on a public blog that has a lot of personal issue posts with comments enabled. You can’t pull that card only when convenient. Otherwise, one would write to a paper diary.
” then you are the one with the problem. ” ..let’s be real here…
As for the other statements, coucilor comment and others….I initially posted out of concern, anonymously, trying like others to offer some support to alleviate some angst and frustration you were bothered with. The feedback from friends here seemed to have been succeessfully calming. There is no need to read too much ulterior motivation behind people offering their 2 cents like any one would to a friend in person or over the phone.
The last comment…I think you just need to cool down a bit and no, no bells on this end. Only a friendly reminder for some introspection that could hold the key for some disappointment behind some of your posts. I won’t lay out in public what should be kept from unfriendly eyes. Most regulars here are not the enemy’ and do wish you well. And one doesn’t need to know more to address some obvious aspects on today’s post. It is not germaine to the root of it.
All of us have moments when we think we are unduly misunderstood and targeted but, please, take a deep careful breath and relax.
Best of luck with all.
Most friendly wishes,
Wow, I am so happy, glad and proud that it ends up like this with this jerk..
Finally, you succeeded. He failed, he gave up.
You gave him a big lesson. Good job Mona.
Congatulations for taking the revenge for all women from such unhuman men…
viva Mona