Why Did My Ex Block Me Novels & Stories

I found myself curious about his identity. After my shower, I retired to my bed to relax. I had received a text message from the irritating individual next door, Gabriel, expressing how much he had missed my presence since I had not been visible lately. I found his message rather annoying, especially considering he is married and happens to be my ex-lover. Without hesitation, I decided to block his number and add him to my blacklist. I had hoped to finally attain some peace of mind. There was an unexpected incoming call from Erica that caused me to worry that Gabriel might have been caught. I didn’t answer it immediately, but in an effort to convey my innocence, I eventually picked up the ca

So, instead of sneaking into a bathroom with Layla to have fun for the first time in a while, I left to avoid dragging her into my shit. I gave my details to Layla's friend on the way out and blocked my ex from any place where she still had access to me. When the first text from an unknown number came through a few days later, my heart thudded as I opened it. I wondered if Kristin was using another phone to get around the inconvenience of being blocked, or if Layla had taken a leap and reached out to me. Turned out it was neither.

"I know you're not asleep. Reply to my message." And then, I gave him a clear threat: "I will block you if you message me again. I’ve held off until now, but you're giving me a reason to." I wondered what my ex-partner Patrick was playing at. Did he really think I was some kind of yo-yo, to be pulled back and forth whenever it suited him? Anger and confusion swirled inside me, and all I could think was—what did he really want now? But then, my phone chimed again, and with a heavy scowl, I checked it, ready to give him the blocking of his life. Oh my goodness, how much I hate him! I'm certain you agree too.

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.

"Stop calling Dawn or I'll sue you for harassment asshole!" "Are you crazy?! Why are you shouting?" My mood swiftly changed. "Dawn!" "Yeah, it's me. What are you talking about suing and stuff?" "Ah… your imbecile ex called." "Which one?" My brow arched. "I thought you only had one ex?" "I do." She giggled. A smile formed on my lips. She sounded okay now. The anxiety I felt was slowly fading. "Sorry. I totally forgot to tell you that he still calls me. I blocked all the numbers he used so he probably utilized a new number. Can you block it please?"

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?

"The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service or is not accepting calls at this time." Alura pulled the phone away and stared at the screen. A sharp knot of worry twisted in her chest. "He blocked me," She said, her voice dropping to a whisper. Nessa stopped drinking her water. "What? Why would he do that?" "I don't know," Alura said. She typed a quick question mark into the chat and hit send. A small red exclamation point appeared next to the message. *Message failed to deliver.* He had blocked her on the chat app too. He had cut her off completely.

Meanwhile, Liam was busy playing with his phone under the table, completely absorbed by it. He sent a few more messages to Anna, but none of them could go through. At the bottom of his screen, it was written, ‘You can’t reply to this conversation.’ ‘She blocked me!’ Liam was furious. His expression turned as dark as ink. James and the executives were instantly staggered. They thought that Liam was unsatisfied with the company’s performance in that quarter. Liam tried to message her again and again, but the result was always the same. ‘That stupid woman! How dare she block me! She’s dead meat!’

We haven't spoken since Saturday morning and I know we didn't end on good terms but I still would have thought he'd have given me a heads up that he wouldn't be here. I dial his number and bring my phone to my ear but the call doesn't connect; instead, I'm greeted with a recording that tells me that the number is unavailable. I give it a few minutes and try again but it's the same result. Figuring he's on another call I decide to type out a text to him but when I hit send it fails to deliver. He's blocked me. That bastard fucking blocked my number and a quick search on my socials confirms that I've also been blocked online too.

Bryan replied, his voice thick with frustration, “I did all that and now I regret it so fucking bad. I was so bitter about what my ex-wife did that I couldn't help but see Vivian as someone like her. What do I do now?” “Calm down, bro,” I replied, “You have her contact information, right? Since she was your former secretary.” “Yes, I do. I have tried calling, texting, and even sending her emails but she's not responding to any of them,” Bryan sighed, “I think I may be blocked.” “Serves you right,” I said. “Fuck you.” He spat. “Right back at you,” I replied, and we both chuckled, “Since she's not answering any of them, you can go to her place.”