Turns out he got in a car accident.

He seems to consider this an excuse for not acknowledging me.

My Instagram posts remain unliked.

Who’s the real victim here?

On Friday, he invited me over to watch football on Sunday.

Come Sunday, it turned out he lied.

I hope he gets in a car accident.

8:30 am – No acknowledgement.

9:42 am – Engaged him on every social media available. No acknowledgement.

7:32 pm – His answer to everything was “No”. Technically acknowledgement.

I dragged him to a going away party for an employee he never met.

He ate hummus.

I drank wine.

He forgot his badge.

I forgot my dignity.

He left me for an Aptura party.

He criticized an Avril Lavigne fidget spinner that I was very exited about.

It was angsty and entertaining.

JUST LIKE AVRIL.

He failed to see this.

No acknowledgement

He sent a group snap-chat, vs a personalized message of friendship.

I do not count this as acknowledgement.

I count it as intentionally hurtful.

No acknowledgement

We went to lunch at Culvers.

There was a disconcertingly dead look in his eyes as he ate his fries and pile of corpse flesh; A lurking animal panic that rested just under the surface of his rapidly cracking facade, as he assessed the likely reality of the next 40 years of his life.

Eye contact was rare.

Acknowledgement was minimal.

I had a great time.

Limited Acknowledgement.

We watched football, and he criticized the Bruschetta I didn’t make.