Punched in the Gut

Yesterday I received a text from an unknown Utah number that said, "I'm gonna be a daddy part 2!" As I didn't know the number it came from, I responded with, "I think you have the wrong number." They then confirmed my name and so I asked who it was. As I waited for a response back, there was one thought going through my mind: "Please don't be from AFMF. Please don't be from AFMF (for those who don't know, AFMF is my ex who's better known as A$$face Mother F%$^&#)." Of course, it was from AFMF (he changed his number, which is why it didn't come across as him). Suddenly, it felt like I'd been hit in the stomach. I started crying. Right there. At my desk. For a long time. WTF?!?! When we were together the last thing in the world he wanted was to get married or have kids. Now we're not together and he's married with a baby on the way (he had a child from before). Of course, the most important question is why do I care?

Oh, wait. Nevermind. We already know the answer to that. BECAUSE I CAN'T MOVE ON. Ever. Seriously, this whole thing is ridiculous. Why do my ex-boyfriends continue to exist after we break up? There's something really wrong with that. Oh, and yes, in case you're wondering, I'm sitting here today listening to the most depressing music of all time. Apparently I love being completely despondent and sad. :( On the bright side, at least I stopped crying.