Novel & Cerita Do Guys Regret Blocking You

I kept on walking back and forth in front of our long sofa while typing my text to Clyde. [(To: My Babe Lee) Babe, please answer the phone. I need to talk to you badly.] "Babe, please. If I did something bad this morning I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Please just talk to me right now," I was talking over the phone to make a voice mail but when I sent it, my number from him was blocked. "Oh Damn it... What should I do?" I cried once again and withered to sit on the sofa. As I was checking his social media I was also blocked. Gosh, what's happening? I tried making new accounts and tried finding him but it looks like I not only blocked but instead he deleted all our connections.

I thought as I slipped my phone out of my pocket and pulled up the message. Sure enough, It's the same jackass, Jimmy. I glanced at the message before blocking the number. This has to be the 10th or 11th number I've blocked so far. I thought as I watched the bottom sentence that read disgusting fagot disappear. It blows my mind that there are people like that in this world. I don't understand why it bothers them. They'll never see us again. We live so far away. What does it matter to him? Why is he so hell-bent on making my life miserable? Why can't they just leave me alone and let me be happy with my mates?

They say their goodbyes and turn to leave, and we stand to do the same. As we’re heading out, I pull out my phone and send Marco a quick message, asking if I can come over. Maybe I just need something, anything, to remind me I still have some control. But the moment I hit send, my screen flashes with the worst kind of rejection. Marco blocked me. Right there, standing just a few feet away from me, he actually blocked me. Shit. What in the actual fuck? I thought I had Marco wrapped around my finger, even just a little, but I guess not.

I cringe when I think back on all the times I legit screamed at him through the phone telling him that he had raped me , but he would never admit his mistakes. I see the block option , and take a deep breath in. When I finally get the guts to block him , I let out the biggest breath of relief ever. I feel like that part of my life is over and done with – though I still bare the emotional and traumatic scars , I know that I will never have to face it again.

I was shocked would be a lame way of expressing my feelings for I was beyond being shocked. That very freaking intimation, 'You can't reply to this conversation, it might be because: The person you're trying to message deactivated or deleted their account. You've blocked the person you're trying to message, or they've blocked you.' kept rolling in front of my gaze as I fell in deep thoughts. Why would he suddenly do that? I could not help but scroll upwards and see our earlier conversation. I have been irksome still he never blocked me then. Why now?

So while Liam was attending galas and riding camels through the desert with the woman he’d left me for, I was up all night changing diapers and soothing babies back to sleep. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I fail to see how…” “You blocked me,” Liam blurted out. “What?” “On social media. I would think of you sometimes and wonder if I’d made a mistake. No. That’s not right. I KNEW I’d made a mistake. I was just too proud to admit it. So I followed you on social media, to check in, I guess. But then one day, I couldn’t see your pictures anymore. And I realized that you’d blocked me. Why did you do that, Trista. Why did you block me?”

It was like I had ceased to exist. At first, I told myself they needed time. Maybe they felt guilty. Maybe they would realize what they had done and try to fix it. But as the hours stretched into days, the truth became painfully clear. They weren’t coming back. They had erased me as easily as deleting a message. And I was done waiting. On the fourth morning, I blocked them both. No hesitation. No dramatic farewell text. Just a simple tap of my finger, cutting them out like they should have never been there in the first place. It wasn’t instant relief, but it was a start.

"Zach, where are you? Why are you avoiding me? Do you have any idea how hard I've been trying to find you? I waited forever outside your place! Why won't you even see me?" I didn't answer. Didn't say a word. Instead, I hung up. Seconds later, a text came through. 'Zach Mason, if you block me again—if you keep hiding—I swear I'll never talk to you again! This is your last chance. Unblock me, and maybe I'll forgive you!' Yeah, no thanks. Blocked. Finally, in came a friend request on WhatsApp. New profile picture. Different account. This time, I didn't even open it. Just blocked and reported.

I really have no one to talk to about it. And in the interest of moving forward I have completely warded off any relationships in my entire life. I really wish someone would notify Collier though because apparently me telling him is not working. I have actually blocked him on every possible outlet and somehow he keeps getting through. Unfortunately, for him, it doesn’t matter there’s no going back. I have to move on.

Vivian stared at her phone’s screen. The name Anna – my bestie stared back at her. One arm wrapped tightly around her knee, she tapped the send button again. Silence. The same silence she’d been met with every time she dialed the number. “Did she block me?” A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips. Frustrated, she tossed her phone aside. Anna’s number had not been going through for days now. She couldn’t stop regretting her actions from that day. Regret sat heavy on her chest like a stone.