also known as a buster

In January, while on holiday in Bali with my best friends and boyfriend, I found out that my flatmate was moving out. I asked BF (of 7 months) to move in with me because things seemed to be going so well between us.

He hemmed and hawed for a full month, then told me he'd 'decided not to decide' about it. Then, after some deep discussions and my obvious upset, he agreed to move in and we started making plans. Two days later he told me that he wasn't accusing me of making things up or lying but that he'd never agreed to move in.

I broke up with him.

I am so so so so glad that I left this idiot and got an amazing new flatmate to live in my beautiful home, and I must admit, even happier that my ex is now stuck in his hovel shoebox of a flat all by his lonesome.