messages. Ahh- yes, I hear you, I received your message. So aggressive. So passive. Just say it why don’t you? To ME.
Either way, the pain is the same for all of us, it doesn’t matter when or how, it’s just the same.
The fact that “she” tried to be my best friend; that is what sickens me, Oh, I’ll bring it down: She makes me. sick. Why would you want to be my friend? Why would you cry to me and tell me some embarrassing, details? Why would I care you had hemorrhoids and thought it was cancer? Oh, I was supposed to tell my H, you thought he would rush to your bedside and beg your return.
You tried that ruse with our salesman, remember, the one you were doing before you were doing my H? Yeah.
Funny, (funny ha-ha, or funny peculiar, my H would say) Funny that once I sent you a text I’d love a heart to heart you disappeared, out into construction supply vendor world. Hmmmm, You went over the top, trying to chase away my suspicion on your past with my H.
Anyway, for you and my dear readers, the passive-aggressive ones; Eff you too- I tell no lies, I write only truth.
Big Effing deal.
It still feels the same.