I did not know that my relationship was a toxic relationship until I read The Subtle Art of not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson. It was failed relationships, though, now I’m glad it was failed; because it was unpleasant – if I may say.
PS: I dare writing about this on my blog because I am 100% completely, quite sure, that my exes are not giving a fuck about this or about me writing about our past relationship. Plus, we are not following each other on social media. Even if they read this, I do not mention their name and the failed relationships were not absolutely their sole fault. Part of them was my fault too.
I don’t mind talking about ex-boyfriends. I don’t have any feelings for them anymore, and I wonder why I was so crazy in love with them. 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ Anyway, I never write about ex-boyfriends before, except the last one though.
I have three exes. (Mantan gebetan ga termasuk kan?). If gebetan is included, I don’t remember how many gebetan that I had because I never included them as a ‘serious relationship’. I don’t know what is gebetan in English, I don’t think they have the concept of gebetan.
The first and the second one when I was in senior high school. The third one is when I was in college. When I was in 10th grade, my school has 8 classes for 10th grade, I was included in X3. Saputra and Setio, not their real name, also in X3. At first, Setio and I were a best friend, but actually, I did like him, more than a friend. I don’t know why I liked him, it was so stupid. He was a bad guy, and I used to love bad guys. *ugh *I know 😏