My turn.
Now it’s my turn.
Of course i’m reading it. All of it. You write a blog about me, and post a link on your facebook, of course im going to be reading it.
No. I did not leave you for him. I left you because i couldn’t trust you not to leave me. He comforted me, and now we’re dating. I never LEFT YOU FOR HIM. But think what you may, i can never change that.
You want to write shit about me? That’s wonderful. That’s what i get for dating a writer, and i understand that and i’m truly above all happy for you. Happy that you get to be this person you have always wanted to be.
But you are not the man i fell in love with. That supports abortion, unemployment, and gets piercings.
wWho i choose to date now, is not up to you. He’s 27. and a good man. he’s the exact opposite of everyone i have ever dated and i’m happier for it. He’s normal, and he treats me like a fucking queen. I’m his whole world, not just a chapter. i’ve never had to sleep on the couch when i stay with him, or shrink away in fear. I’ve never had to basically support him. On the other hand, he’s getting promoted and wants to move in together and me quit my job and focus on school so he can support me. But i’m not going to quit my job, because i work. That’s what i do.
I’m still the same woman that you fell in love with, but you are no longer the same uy i fell in love with. You have changed. And if you want to write a story about it, then do so. Have fun. But yes, i will be reading because i want you to be happy! I’m being the bigger person here and i’m happy for you. But me and chris are also happy, so please. Stay out of our life.
Fuck my life.
Please.
Or allow me to be far away so I can’t deal with hurting people I love.
