Facebook is Ruining My Life – Example #1

So I’ve been sitting on these stories that demonstrate how Facebook and I’m sure other forms of social media have taken over our lives and in many cases ruined them. I myself have come close to a few mental breakdowns after reading items posted on Facebook. Granted I also have read TOO much into some things posted on Facebook, but that’s because I’m neurotic. I’m not going to lie. I know it. I own it.

I plan on posting the stories of past Facebook assaults soon, but this morning I have been attacked once again by what I would call a passive aggressive information ambush. Since this is only my second post I feel the need to give a little back story on my life. I’ll try to make it as short and to the point as possible. My partner of almost 7 years and I broke up in March. It was amicable for the most part. He was miserable, I was miserable and I couldn’t bear to think of him and more importantly ME spending the next 50 years miserable and walking on egg shells. I care about both of us too much. Honestly. Despite the fact that the straw that broke the camel’s back was HIM being caught messing around with another man and HE leaving me in a pool of my own vomit on my 30th birthday, I still seem to have been awarded the role as “bad guy”.

That’s enough back story for now…

This morning I logged into Facebook as I usually do when I get to my desk. It’s Facebook, email, Chicago Tribune and CNN.com live. (In that order) There was a post from a mutual friend of ours in BALTIMORE asking to see what people were doing this weekend and if anyone wanted to join him in a movie weekend. So my EX who is in CHICAGO felt the need to post that he’ll be “boozing it up” with one of my BEST FRIENDS in Turks and Caicos. My EX and I of course are not Facebook friends, but he knows who our mutual friends are. Last week I discovered my EX was on vacation in Martha’s Vineyard with another one of my friends. How did I know you ask? Well the Facebook mobile uploads of course. Nothing says “FUCK YOU I’M A FRIEND STEALER” than a random photo of my EX sitting on a deck at a home that is CLEARLY in New England.

I’m going to need a ruling here…

Question 1: Shouldn’t your friends, particularly your BEST FRIENDS give you just the littlest heads up that they’re on an extended vacation with your EX? Especially when it’s only been a few months since the breakup.

Question 2: Should they be called out on it.

**Disclaimer** I ‘m not going to lie to you. Being invited would have been nice. I’m pissed. I’ve been friends with the BEST since 1996. I just don’t like being blindsided.

Update: Tropical Storm Erika is headed right for Turks and Caicos this weekend. I’ll light a candle and keep my fingers crossed.