Dead to me
He might be fucking a Daisy but he was once loved by a god damn Rose.
So while I’ve been 8+ months celibate he’s been hooking up or trying to with every fucking girl that ever hung out with Her including her fucking sister. Girls all over his friends list each one a reminder that I was nothing but a fucking number to him.
With each month he has done something to cut every tie with me, put something in the way of.any chance we had, dig himself deeper into the life he lied to me and said he didn’t want.
While I’m alone today he is making plans to enjoy his night with anyone he can…So I’m finally up to date with.what he wants me to know, that he’s happy without me, that he has not remained true to me in any way, that everything was a lie and that I only ever occurred to him since last year when he could post something to upset me.
So I’m choosing to let go, I’m choosing to forget and I’m choosing to move on because it’s clear to me that he has not, and will not ever figure out he was supposed to be here with me making a life. I’ll go out tonight and do everything he has, and if I don’t feel better for it then I’ve got until Monday until anyone comes back from holiday to dissappear. Because let’s face it, I’m invisible anyway and nobody would miss me, and come midnight I’ll know what to do, May he remember me one day and see this and realise that he did this. He chose this path for me and it could have been so different. We could have had a family instead of emptiness. A life instead of this.