when I got the text message asking me where I was.
So I veered to a thrift store and bought a few very needed sweaters.
Then I got the next message and wondered if he was still there or had just popped by.
Either way I didn’t want to go home.
Break-ups suck. Suck big, giant, smelly balls.
I know I did not deserve the disrespect he showed me.
I deserve to be cherished, adored, pampered and taken care of. I absolutely deserve, want and expect this.
He reminds me too much of my mom. Always complaining. Having to tip toe around their emotional and physical state. Never being able to express an opinion about them that isn’t glowing without it turning into a mud slinging contest.
So emotionally manipulative. So selfish.
No, no, no.
It’s ok to be alone. It’s ok to be lonely.
It’s not okay to let someone disrespect me and treat me like shit.
It absolutely is not.
That it had gotten to that point may be partly my fault. He probably assumed that no matter what he said or did I would go back to him because I always have before.
But nope. Nope, nope, nope.
I know it just takes time to reset after a relationship.
So I guess I’ll just sit here and watch the minutes tick by.
Let myself be sad.
C’est la vie.