Heartbroken? I am. I know this stage so well by heart that it’s ridiculous. Either I sabotage a great thing or stay to long in a bad one. Either way the end result is always the same. Your friends tell you how great you are and you will find someone better and they didn’t like the asshole anyway, which doesn’t help because you liked him and even if he did you wrong your pride is still hurt and you feel like a schmuck for getting blindsided by this crappy thing called love. Then you have the nosy friends who want details. Really? Why? So you can relive the miserable shit that happened through the entire relationship? Who’s fault was what and why? No sense in going over all that, out loud or in your head. Will only make you feel worse.
Girl’s night out is a must, or so you think. You have that one single friend who is a borderline man hater and will take you to a club, get you smashed and encourage you to make out with the 1st random stranger who looks twice at you. Then you know what happens? You go home and ball your eyes out because that wasn’t the person you wanted to be making out with and it was different and not fun. Of course there will come the calls or texs, from him or you, never a good idea if you want to move on. That “let’s be friends” crap is pointless at this stage. You will most likely never be friends and if you are it will have to be later not now.
It's early in the day and I have the day off to run errands. Silly things like running errands together never seems that significant until you do them alone.
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