Love And Hate
I spotted her across the bar, and I shuddered. Please don't acknowledge me. Please don't even notice me. I hate myself for what I did to you, though I didn't play the lead. Please don't hate me. We were both the victims.
I know I look like a slut, in my denim miniskirt, silver knee-highs and boob tube. My boyfriend beside me bought them for me. He's all I care about now.
My ties to your fiance died long, long ago.
I once loved him uncontrollably. I know I didn't practise enough self-control, and I know what we did was wrong. It's not something that features heavily in the story of my life.
And I'm sorry. If anyone fucked and stole my boyfriend, I'd fucking hate them too.
I know I look like a slut, in my denim miniskirt, silver knee-highs and boob tube. My boyfriend beside me bought them for me. He's all I care about now.
My ties to your fiance died long, long ago.
I once loved him uncontrollably. I know I didn't practise enough self-control, and I know what we did was wrong. It's not something that features heavily in the story of my life.
And I'm sorry. If anyone fucked and stole my boyfriend, I'd fucking hate them too.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 8:48 pm
I could be that girl you're seeing across the bar, and indeed I hate you. Not you, her, you know. But she won't ever apologize to me. Although I deserve it.
Why do women do that to each other? I don't trust other women now....I secretly hate and fear them. Because of what happened. And that breaks my heart more than he or you ever did.
I'm not being harsh, simply speaking the truth.
Your apology is appreciated, although it may never be accepted.
You let me know what an asshole he is, you know. I would have married him. You freed me to move on and find someone better, someone worthy, and for that I am grateful.
But that was never your intention, so you don't get my gratitude.
I am grateful only to me, for not killing you. I thought about it. Blowing both of you to smithereens.
But I held my head up and moved on.
I hope healing comes to us all.
I really do.
Sometimes love is truly a cunt. A cunt that shrinks in retrospect.
Moving 500 miles away helps, too.
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