You know what? Sometimes relationships simply don’t work out. As much as you may try to sweep the inevitable, ugly truth under the rug, all things come to the light eventually.
Today I had to end one of my longest relationships. *sheds fake silent tear*
I’ll be honest: I genuinely didn’t want to do it. Despite seeing all the signs of trouble, I thought we could work things out. I thought things would change… that I could change if only I worked just a bit harder.
Man. We’ve just been through so much together. Where did things go wrong? What pleasure did you get in calling me fat? What could I have possibly done to make you love me more? I only wanted for us to be happy together.
No. No, I’m not going to do it. I’m done playing the blame game, remember? What’s done is done and that’s the end of the story. I did everything I could to be faithful. The best thing to do now is pick myself back up and just move on. I’ll find someone new before I know it.
Stupid, stupid scale.