Category Archives: Emotion

Isn’t It Funny

I penned this anonymously as a few words to my ex who left me for her ex (not the same ex as my School Leavers post) — who’s life I saved while he was suicidal — so early on in our relationship, yet so long into me desiring her in every way.

Isn’t it funny that I wanted you, right from the day that we met?

Isn’t it funny that I got you, that I made you MY baby girl?

Isn’t it funny that I needed you most, and you weren’t there?

Isn’t it funny that I messaged, you read and you ignored me?

Isn’t it funny that I didn’t mean as much to you as your ex?

Isn’t it funny that I saved his life for you while he called me ugly?

Isn’t it funny that I am now single, and you’re HIS baby girl.

Isn’t it funny?

Though it’s taken me a lot to share something so raw here, I figured I’d share it so people in my position know that they’re not alone. It will be okay, you will be okay.

If you ever want someone to listen, reach out to me, 3pm or 3am. Just want more relatable content? Subscribe on the left (or down below on mobile) to stay in the loop.

C x

Scarborough during the Beast from the East

Earlier this year, back on 18 March, I had to go to Bridlington for training to volunteer as a Tour Maker for the Tour de Yorkshire 2018 in Scarborough. It was an early morning on the train — a journey I’d completed hundreds of times before, as my ex-girlfriend lives in Bridlington — and one that brought back many memories.

When I got there, I walked into Bridlington Spa and it seemed oddly, I don’t know… eerily quiet, almost silent. I wandered to the reception desk, and asked where the Tour Maker training was. In what felt like what I can only describe as a verbal beheading, the lady behind the desk went “it’s been cancelled”.

Choppy seas under a cloudy blue sky on Bridlington promenade.
Choppy seas on Bridlington Promenade.

“Shit”, I thought, as I pondered over what I was going to do next. I wandered down to Bridlington Promenade — another place with memories that meant I may or may not have shed a tear or two — and took one very blurry photo amongst the 30mph gusts that were pushing me away, a stark contrast to my ex and I pulling one-another along the tiled ground as we ran it together in days gone by.

I figured it wouldn’t be wise of me to hang around an eerily quiet Bridlington all day, while all of the locals were tucked up nice and warm inside. Remembering that I had to change at Scarborough railway station, I figured I’d love myself by giving myself the time to explore Scarborough on my own terms and at my own pace, something I’d never done before.

A 37-minute train journey later, through the picturesque villages of Bempton and Humanby, and the small seaside town of Filey, I was in Scarborough. I’m not going to commentate my day in this post (I may at a later date, depending on what people want to see), but I’ll simply let the photographs I took do the talking. As they say, a photograph speaks a thousand words.

If you enjoyed this post, please subscribe to the left of the page (down below on mobile), hit me up on social media (in the same place), like this post and share it so other people feel the love, and leave me a comment with your thoughts, feedback or your own memories of the seaside. The seaside is good.

C x