A Post (it) Breakup Story

This is the story of one of the most memorable things to happen to me during a breakup, to this day I still can’t see a post-it without getting slightly worried.

I’m not sure there is such a thing as a clean breakup, when you have let someone into your life for so long, it’s likely going to have some knock on effects if they are no longer there. Having said that I do believe that some people can be more mature about it than others.

I had just come out of a 4-year relationship and looking back I’m not sure if I handled it in the best way, however what does make me feel a lot better is the way she chose to react. About a week after it happened I told her that she had to collect her stuff and move out and in her defence she did do exactly that but she went a little bit further than that.

I got a text letting me know she had picked up her stuff so I started to head home, when I walked through the front door I couldn’t believe my eyes. Everywhere I looked was covered in post-it notes and every single one of them had a lovely personal message on them for me. Now I won’t repeat some of the words used since it was some colourful language but I will do my best to give you the general idea.

Above my fireplace on in front of a picture of the two of us was one that said “C***” with an arrow pointing at me. In the bedroom, stuck to the bed was another one that said “C***S BED”, the kitchen I opened a cupboard and saw one that said “W**KER”. The slightly more creative one was in the bathroom where one was stuck to the mirror that said “smells”, it made me chuckle.

Now the next part you may call me a little childish for but I wanted to get a little payback, I knew she was heading home to see her family at the weekend so I decided to take a few pictures and send them to her mother so she could see just how creative her daughter had been.

To her credit she has been very extensive in her work, to the point of 2 years later I was still finding post-it’s with insults on them while I was moving out. I can’t really think of a relevant moral to this story, I guess the best one I can offer is “When life gives you lemons, make some amazing lemonade and become a billionaire”