After brutal breakups, I'm a firm believer in hiding all signs that an ex exists. Click away from their social media pages; put down the magnifying glass. No good can come of it. But sometimes you just can't help yourself.
Cut to me staring at photos of a backwards baseball cap-wearing Barack Obama looking chill AF, and mumbling "I wish I knew how to quit you" to myself. He's moving on -- and I don't blame him -- but it still hurts.
As if that visual wasn't painful enough, now there's video of him kite-surfing with Richard Branson. I didn't even know he liked aquatic sports, or was friends with Branson, or had such toned, hairless thighs. Did I ever know him at all?
If you are a masochist like I am, check out the video for yourself:
