I’m so proud of my friend for taking all the hurt / hate / anger caused by one piece-of-shit and releasing it onto paper, not herself. Now honey, breathe….
*How have I gone so long without knowing about the Fuck You letter? Warning, a gratuitous number of ‘fucks’ are contained within. But, blissfully, they are no longer contained in my brain.
Fuck you. Fuck you for not loving me. Fuck you for making me believe there was a good man under the oceans of booze and unrelenting depression. Fuck me for allowing you in my heart, for thinking and hoping the best in you.
Fuck you for rarely showing up to dinners with my friends or family and me having to make excuses for you because you ditched me at the last moment. Ditching me for the bar, or gambling, or a woman, whatever your choice was that day. Fuck me for not really hearing my loving friends ask, “What do you see in him?” when you were once again a no-show, until I was alone in…
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