Breakup-Day 2. Once the hurt starts to subside, you start to see things more realistically. I’ve found all the little things I missed. On our last date, he disappeared a lot. It’s obvious now that he was texting someone else. (I may have called him out on this in a codeine haze last night.) This was the same thing CS did with me. Yet, still proceeded to fuck me on the hood of his car and tell me how we were going to spend the night together the next week. And sing the line from his favorite song in my ear “I can’t let you go.”
Seeing things in hindsight eases me missing him by almost 100 percent. Sometimes anger is the stage to be in. As a female, we want closure, and answers we are never going to get. I’ll never get the apology I want, he will never see fault. I’ll never get the answer of why he kept the ruse going. Worst of all, I won’t know why he chose to come to my bar for our last date, knowing he was ending things. It’s just cruel.
So back on Tinder. Sure I’m on the rebound and it’s probably not a good idea to jump right back in, but there’d be no blog or broken heart if I made good choices. So far the most promising is a cop. My heart isn’t in it because I’m scared of everything currently, but I’m going to try.
I’ve been listening to this song all day. I’d never wish major harm on CS but a flower pot falling on his head is fun to imagine.