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I Deserve Better Then This. in The End

  • March 31, 2019, 3:53 a.m.
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I get it. You’re done with the relationship. You said you have been for a while. I don’t expect you to be apathetic to my grieving or to even listen to my woe’s, but treat me like a god damn human being.

You’re out having the time of your life. Hitting up clubs. Going to hockey games and comedy shows with your friend and random dudes. Living it up while i get to see it all on facebook stories as I try not to break down for the fifth time that day. It’s heart breaking on it’s own, but you take it one step further and completely ghost me and put in minimal effort to even hold a conversation or tell me if your showing up that day or not.

We have 10 years of living together. 10 years and you throw it all away in an instant and act like it never happened. I never in a million years thought that i was that much of a worthless pile of shit to you that you could do this. Yet if i say anything, ANYTHING about it, then you shut me out more and I’m an asshole for even bringing it up. What the fuck did I do to make you HATE me this much?? What did i do that was so terrible that i mean literally NOTHING to you?

You literally came back from camp. Dropped your shit off and ditched. I tried so hard to even get you to talk to me. You opened up a little and SAY your grieving. SAY your dealing with it your own way, SAY that it;s not easy for you, SAY you WANT to be FRIENDS but the complete lack of morality towards me suggests otherwise.

God, your not even moved out yet, im taking care of YOUR cats while you are having the time of your life. I message you wishing you well, telling you to have fun. Expressing my feelings and telling you my thoughts like you wanted, and you couldn’t give a flying fuck.

I don;t know if you are trying to get me to hate you or something, but if so… you are on the right path.

God I’m fucking insane.


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