Why Did My Ex Unfriend Me But Not Block Me Novels & Stories

The fact that he accused me of infidelity while having an affair with my best friend! I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I'd blocked him for a reason. I didn't want to hear his excuses or his empty apologies. I didn't want to hear from him at all. I stared emotionlessly at the message and pressed block again. The fucker better not try stalking me. my kids had been disappointed after I revealed that he's just a friend. Like hell they'd understand! The next day I took my kids to school. Afterwards, I drove out of the school in my sedan immediately.

This time, he confirmed the payment within seconds. I typed a quick "Thank you" to officially close that chapter of my life. But a second later, a red error message appeared: “Message not delivered. You are no longer in this user's contacts.” Adrien had blocked me. Cold. My heart tightened for a moment, though I didn't know why. I mean, am I really that insupportable? A wave of annoyance eventually took over. Without hesitating, I deleted his number and our conversation history. If he wanted to erase me, I’d do the same to him.

He breathed, several expressions crossing his face, ranging from surprise, wariness, regret and hope. I smiled at the latter. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Taser was up in a split second, and followed me silently till we were in a more quiet area. “I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks. My calls never went through, you don’t respond to my messages…I can’t even get into your building, you took my name off your guestlist?” He sounded affronted by the last bit. I didn’t even know he had been trying all this time. That’s what happens when you have your ex blocked on all social media. Except one, so he could see my posts. But I never made social interactions on that one.

Her number hadn't changed in over a year, and she was pretty sure he had it. They weren't friends on social media anymore, though. With his last girlfriend, she'd unfriended him. She just couldn't see pictures of the two of them together. If he ever asked, she'd say she had no idea what had happened, but he hadn't sent her a friend request either.

“What? But in the event he didn’t seem to recognize you.” She shrugged, “I figured. It was as expected. After all, why would he care or remember me?” “But you are like quite popular on social media and—” “Oh, that? I just blocked him. It is quite easy to put distance between ourselves. I blocked them from everywhere; I don’t follow or react to their posts or images.” “And that is enough?” “Not really, but when you are not always on someone’s feed or front page, they wouldn’t always think about you or bother about you.”

After bidding my mother goodbye, I turned on my phone to find a Facebook friend request from Scott Lakin. "Jennie, you've got some nerve unfriending me on Facebook," his message read. Half a month ago, Scott had blocked me on every platform. He had been annoyed by me calling him over and over. The only platform I didn't get blocked on was freaking Soundcloud. He'd assumed that I would beg him to make up with me like I always did, but he never expected that I would unfriend him on every platform.

I said. His voice came through shaky and scared. “Caroline… I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I don’t want to be friends anymore. I’m leaving the country immediately. Don’t call me again.” He sounded like he was packing while talking, voice rushed and nervous. “Alex, what happened? Talk to me....” The line went dead. A second later, a notification popped up. He had blocked me. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the screen. Before I could process it fully, Peter laughed. The sound was low and satisfied.

Are they avoiding me? "Aiz, umm, we're sorry," Phyllis uttered and I scoffed as we stopped walking in the corridor. They faced me and just gave me some apologetic looks on their faces. What now? "Huh? What has gotten into both of you? You wouldn't even tell me if where you were? Have your cellphones stayed at home? Or you both lost your mouths?" I asked in frustration since they didn't even approach me for the whole fucking day. "AZ, sorry but we can't hang out with you anymore or talk to you because---" Freya began but I didn't let her finish.

The many texts I sent her didn’t go through — it was obvious she had blocked me. I knew this because when I used Rita’s phone to reach out to her, it rang but she didn’t pick. Two more times, she also blocked Rita’s line. That evening, I drove around in the new car, searching for her, to no avail. Even went to that dilapidated building in that remote part of town, none of her neighbors agreed to have seen her ever since that night she left with me. My conscience wouldn’t stop pricking me. Just an opportunity to apologize was all I wanted, but it would seem my best friend had decided she wasn’t part of my life anymore and that hurt.

I trailed off. At that time, I was upset that Grace had blocked me on all her social media, after the wedding that I did not invite her to. It was at that moment I realised our friendship was truly over. I had thought it was for the best. “You know you could have reached out to me somehow if you really wanted to right? You knew where I worked and where I lived”, she said with a bit of spite. I tried to say something, but I couldn't. Because I knew she was right.