Now that chapter has closed and I’m sewing the pages shut.
I hope you learn that you are not the center of anyone’s universe but your own.
They say it’s better to have it and lose it, than to never have it at all. I disagree.
Arrive home. Collapse into a pile. Pour yourself some red wine. You deserve it. Ponder what to eat for dinner. Realize you can’t afford take out again. Maybe frozen pizza? You ate the last one a few days ago. Lay down for just one second. You will figure it out.
Live hard and in the moment.
He’s not coming back. There isn’t a chance in hell. This is something you must fully accept before you can move on.
We do live in a rape culture. That should be pretty obvious by now, but for some reason people are still having trouble accepting this fact.