2022 HOF Speeches

Getting Over An Ex

Ups and Downs

Getting over an ex isn’t always easy. Sometimes, it is the hardest thing to do. The story starts off at the age of 12. 12 years old was the first time I met her, and she was the only thing I could think about. A 12-year-old should be focused on football and friends, not a silly girl. The more I saw her, the more I wanted her to be around. I couldn’t get enough of her. For the past 12 years, she is all I could think about. Every relationship has their ups and downs, but this relationship was different because the ups were all false. I was the honest one in the relationship, I stayed true to my word and never left, never cheated, but she did all the time. I watched her with other men all the time, they would drool over her. Towards the middle of the relationship, I started to see more of what she was. As the years went by, I started doubting “us” and I knew she was no longer healthy for me. I tried breaking it off several times with her, but she would refuse. She was everywhere I looked. In my thoughts. I knew as I tried to escape it would get harder. I would leave for a day or 2 and be right back in her arms. She was an expensive date. She had to go. I finally moved on after 11 years. I started seeing someone else. Life was great and I was finally proud of myself, but was I really? I started to see this new “catch” was becoming like my ex. I started to feel the same way as I did before. I couldn’t escape. As much as I did, I just couldn’t. It was a dark place. I managed to leave after 1 year. I wouldn’t have been able to leave these relationships without the help of my friends. Holding me accountable. Holding me accountable day by day not to go back to them. Yeah, I still think of them, but I no longer want them. I no longer need them. As I type, I haven’t needed them for 127 days. I will no longer need them for as long as I breath.

As you probably found out by now, my first ex was tobacco. As for my second ex, she was nicotine pouches. I never thought I would get rid of them; I thought I was stuck for life. I thought the anxiety was going to get better with them. It got worse. I saw them every day for 12 years glaring at me through my friends and through gas station windows. There was no escape until I met you all. For the past 127 you all have become my family, we have conquered and gained back control and there will be many after us. If you haven’t hit HOF yet and are reading this, you are capable of anything you put your mind to. Get through these days, conquer them with your crew. I will always and forever be an Iron Cactus (A prick of September 2022)


NOTE: This piece written by KillTheCan community member lawmont

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