Congratulations.
Yesterday I had no actual words. Today I have a few. First of all congratulations I guess? I mean, maybe at least having another human life to care for will make you aware of exactly what the word responsibility means, because you never seemed to know what it meant previously. Still bitter? Yeah. A little, but hell, what would more could be expected of me. A year ago I knew it was over, though it went on for a month or so….kinda. Then it was over, then I found out you were cheating on me (2 for 2 with being cheated on in serious relationships. Fantastic), then, not much more than a month or two after we broke up, you’re pregnant with his child, and somehow you keep it a secret from the world until its born. Damn. I guess congratulations is what people usually say here..but it isn’t the right thing for me to say. Not that I’ll actually say anything at all, but it’s not often that I find myself actually speechless, and unable to fish any actual descriptor from my vocabulary for my emotions. Knee jerk? Hah. Schadenfreude. That’s not me though. I can’t possibly take any pleasure out of a bad situation involving someone I cared about as much as I cared about you. Even though you broke my heart. Twice. And lied about it. To my face. While looking into my eyes. I still can’t get pleasure out of it. I wish you two (three?) the best. Sincerely. So congratulations.
You.
I miss you. No. Not you. You. Its almost been a year, but still. You. You lied and cheated, and part of me hates you for that, but before all that. It was great, and pure. So still, after all this. You.
They say….
everyone gets one. If I only get one, I’m both sad and happy it’s you.
Wait, what? I don’t even know. Pretty sure that was a quasi lie, but at least I know that I care now. A hurtful way to answer that question.
That awesome moment when
you realize the lead singer from your favorite band that broke up has a new project.
I have never been so unsure as to my answer of a question. Ever. Seriously. I am legitimately at a loss for words and have a bigger rock in my stomach than I’ve ever even kinda thought about having, and it has nothing to do with me. I’m legitimately sick at my stomach.
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