The awkward moment when....

That awkward moment when your ex boyfriend's memorial Facebook page posts a picture of him, and his date, at the prom he refused to take you to back in '02 when you were dating.

This entry isn't going to be about my amazing son. It's going to be about how messed up some people can be.

The first person outside my family I ever loved died earlier this year. He killed himself unexpectedly, and I still have no idea what the hell happened.
This guy and I dated for a little under 2 years back in 2001-2003ish, on and off because he cheated on me super early into the relationship and instead of breaking up with each other, we stayed together.
I remember we'd been through a lot. We were constantly breaking up, then making up. It must have been like thee prime example of what not to do in a relationship.
During the time we were together, we were seniors in high school. I wanted to attend ONE dance before high school was over. And he would not take me to one. He told me they were stupid and he didn't want to go. So, I let it go. Whatever. Dances are dumb.
A few months ago by. One day, we're sitting in his living room watching TV. I must have been snooping around or something, because I randomly came across a photo from Santa Clara High's prom, and it was him posing with some random chick. He fucking took some chick from his school to the dance. That's why he didn't want to take me.
I'm over that. Whatever. Been over it for years and years.
However, when "the story of how Seth asked me to prom" is posted on Facebook, along with the photo I'd found, a bunch of old feelings can somehow resurface.
I should never have added his memorial page. Too many memories.
One of the things that hurts me the most is that he meant the world to me for so long, and I never meant much to him. After him and I broke up and he got back together with the chick he had dated (and cheated on me with) before me, he would call her "his high school sweet heart". Like I never existed.
He's dead now, so who gives a fuck? He must've known how horrible of a person he was.
I know this sounds offensive, but I feel like I deserve to vent about this. I knew him, too. I knew him well.

The end.