If there is something in this world that I can definitely live without, it's my ex-boyfriend. No, I don't mean the multiple ex-boyfriends I've had previously, I mean the ex-boyfriend. As in, the one I hate so much he has his own damn title.

If you cannot tell by the underlined, bolded, and italicized word above, then let me be even clearer: I legitimately cannot stand this guy. In fact, there have been times where I just randomly think back while in the middle of doing a normal daily activity and ask to myself, "What the fuck was I thinking?"

You know, just a completely normal day and then somehow his God awful face flashes in my mind.

During our relationship, we had never gotten along. We literally insulted the other whenever we had the chance. I guess at first, there was a little bit of fluff going around, some hidden kisses and hugs, but God knows that didn't last very long.

One year I wasted on him. One year. Why? I don't fucking know why! I don't why I put up with all his bull shit! I don't know why I didn't realize that we didn't have to be together, but I guess it never crossed my mind!

Eventually, I dumped his ass. I was so dead set on never seeing this piece of shit ever again in my life, that I made sure to cuss him out in front of his entire family before leaving. I would have felt bad for my rude and disrespectful behavior if I weren't so pissed off by that damn thing.

And guess what? I never even got to eat his Grandmother's famous patbingsu, but I guess it was all fucking worth it because I no longer had to deal with her asshole of a grandson's bullshit.

You have no idea how amazing my life has been without him , no longer having to hear his controlling suggestions, or to listen to his stupid opinions. I can eat whatever the fuck I want without him scolding me from the sidelines about how unhealthy it is, or how it'll make me break out. Like, bitch. I don't give a damn about the side effects of carbohydrate overconsumption. You can take those side effects and shove them straight up your ass.

I honestly don't even know why we got together in the first place, because it was a complete waste of a whole fucking year. We literally had nothing in common.

Whatever. The past is the past, right? Who cares about my past mistakes, right? Right? I just want to beat the shit out of something right now. Do you want to know why? Guess why. No, seriously. Give it a shot. I fucking dare you.

So, I come home from work to have a lovely dinner with my family, right? My mom tells me about how she and the other lovely ahjummas from my childhood are still hanging out and connecting. My father tells me about how he's now coaching my old high school's football team, in which my younger brother partakes in. My aforementioned brother tells me about his new job at a restaurant. And last but not least, my younger sister, who just started college two years ago, gives us the most surprising and happiest news of the night.

She's standing in front of me with a happy twinkle in her eye, her left hand extended towards my mother, who is holding it and excitedly examining the large diamond ring on her finger. Compassionate sounds of happiness emit from everyone, especially me. My younger sister is my best friend, and her happiness is my world.

So, you can imagine my anger and feeling of complete and utter hatred when my sister drags her fiance into the room. Of course, up to this point I was excited and genuinely happy for my sister. But now?

Well, does anyone want their little sister to marry their stupid piece of shit, no good, useless, and complete asshole of an ex-boyfriend?