Like nothing happened

 In all the string of messages sent on August 22nd, you made it clear I was raging on and on and you not only did not read them but were not going to.  When I left the 23rd for out of state I messaged you, I said I hope you will read them, you should.

The next few days you messaged lightly as nothing had changed, yet the distance becomes greater, colder less us.  

When I left, I left a small pile of dishes to the right of the sink. The last roll of TP was nearly gone.  When I came home 5 days later, the dishes and a few others for your glasse(s) of duplicated Rum, papertowels on a now empty tp roll holder, a tree branch still in the road, and like so many times before, it looks like you were not even here.  No thank you or mention of the beer I got you, no sign you drank it here. No nothing.  You have the audacity to ask about my dad, what I did, time frames but through all our limited yet still chats did you ever mention you went to your friends, or met him, and met up with him along with "Momma" whichever girl this may be, I don't know.

I'm not staying with you. Sooner the better.

You have been perfectly good with me distancing from you on all levels.  So you are on the brink of getting the best gift of your life, freedom and me letting you go.  I wish you all the best, hope you find what you are looking for.  I know I will. Because I am worthy of man that will love ME, me for me.  A man that has eyes just for me and treats me with respect and kindess, a man I'm not afraid to speak my truth, ask questions, express concern.

I hope for you that you find that super skinny perfect bum of a young girl that loves to clean, loves to smoke and drink. A girl that doesn't have a mind of her own but does and behaves as you wish. I hope she has a paycheck and will wisk you away to where you want to go. I hope she has the same level of your sex appetite, which may be normal if you are attracted to her, because you aren't me.  I wish you all the best and when you think back me you see I tried, you see I stood by you when any good woman would have left. I hope you don't think I just threw in the towel. But I know like the others you will say I'm crazy, you are the victim. And I'm okay with that too.  I tried, I really did. Goodbye

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