Interesting thing happened last night after my Korean classes. A few of us got together to watch the FIBA Asian Championships gold medal match between Philippines and China (booooooo!), and things got a little bit crazy to say the least.

So, my classmates brought in some friends as well, and lo and behold, guess who I got introduced to.

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My ex.

The same one who left me for another guy when I was abroad. The same one I told you guys about here.

Mind.

ing.

Blown.

And that wasn't the end of it.

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She was pregnant. Like two something months old.

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And that wasn't the end of it still.

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The guy she was screwing with when I was away left her after he got her pregnant.

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It was probably one of those few times that I thanked God I didn't go on a drinking binge that night (as I was going to drive myself home, so ABSOLUTELY NO to drinking and driving).

But yeah.

Mind.

ing.

Blown.

I was like, "this all feels like a drama series all of a sudden".

It was so hard to pretend that nothing's going on and that everything was dandy because I didn't want any awkwardness to dominate the atmosphere, I didn't know exactly how I managed to pull that one off.

But seriously, it was just like cold as ice. I didn't even gave her a chance to talk to me, acting all (more than) worked up when the refs were all screwing over Philippines and basically handed the game to China (Bastards.), and just chatting with my classmates-turned-buddies. It was so... weird? amusing? whatever... as to how much I was avoiding her because I really didn't want to have her back. Not even casually.

Anyhoo. Wow, talk about small world.

So at church today I was in total reflection of what just happened the night before, considering that the Bible reading and the sermon was centered around the loyalty between man and woman. I couldn't help but laugh to myself because it was just so darn appropriate.

Of course, part of me wants to go after the guy that got her pregnant and beat the lights out of him for weaseling away from his responsibilities like a goddamned coward. Part of me regrets acting like a douchebag last night by avoiding her and whatnot. I dunno. I dunno if that was her just desserts for screwing me while I was away and almost messed up everything for me. Maybe I just don't care anymore what happens to her (now does that make me a bad person?), considering what she did to me.

But at the very least...

Mind.

ing.

Blown.