Title says it! I hate feeling this way.

An ex-boyfriend came to my apartment today with his new girlfriend to pick up some plants and furniture that he'd been storing at my apartment for the past 7 months.

I don't have much reason to be bitter towards him because he fell in love with me and I broke his heart because I didn't feel the same (a big part of it is that although we shared a goofy sense of humor, he just didn't 'get' the things that are important to me). Still, it was a bit mind-boggling to me that he seems to have completely merged his life with this new person in the 7 months since we broke up, has bought an apartment with her in Manhattan, and brings her with him every time he stops by to get stuff from my apartment.

My roommates clap for her moving one single chest of drawers down the stairs with him (probably because she looks precariously skinny and they're concerned), even though I previously spent about 12 hours straight two days in a row moving his shit. He's also about to travel halfway around the world to visit her family, even though, again, dating less than a year, probably because he just wants to keep traveling, as he has the entire pandemic.

Again, it's kind of irrational for me to be bitter if I ended it, I think I'm just annoyed that life is so easy and simple for some men, ya know? Like, they just make tons of money at a tech job and hop from one woman to the next because they're scared of being alone with their thoughts, even though they never really understand any of these women they're with on a deeper level. sigh. I guess I wish that love was that simple for me.