Another broken hearted girl

I never thought I would ever have to write this. What pisses me off the most is you couldn’t be decent enough to tell me you didn’t want this anymore. Instead you dragged me along and acted like a piece of shit, and when I confront you, you made it seem as if I imagined things. You practically lied about everything. Even things you had no reason to lie about. I swear every time you open your mouth a lie comes out. Sometimes I wonder if this is revenge for me breaking things off early this year. But I told you things were moving too fast for my liking and you didn’t wanna compromise. Now that I think about it, you never really cared. It was always about you and what you wanted. You didn’t care when I was hurt, didn’t care if I was uncomfortable. Didn’t care when I was unhappy. I should have left when you stealthed me the first time. But I guess that’s the thing about these toxic relationships, you only ever realize how messed up the whole thing was and how stupid you were when it’s over. I couldn’t eat or sleep or think outside you for months. Just the thought of you gave me anxiety attacks. I actually thought you loved me. Ha! How silly you must’ve thought I was.

Anyway, yesterday I had breakfast, I finished my lunch AND supper! I got about 6 hours of sleep without having to take sleeping pills. Even though the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was to check my phone for your missed call, finding nothing didn’t send me looking for my inhaler.

I thought you were one of the good guys. I believed it. I believed you. I believed in you. I had high hopes. You had me good shem. You had me real good. But that’s life. You can’t walk around with your eyes closed just because you think the person you love will hold you when you trip.

You not loving me has not changed my view on love. I will meet someone. I will love. I will be loved. And knowing myself, I’m gonna go all out. You know I can’t hold back.

No well wishes here.

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