I’m just going to have to handle this with latex gloves and a hairnet, much as you would an ex’s body. I really don’t want to get my fingerprints all over this trainwreck, again.
This shit is brutal, y’all.
I’ve just been taking the scenic route through Relationshipville. Stopping at all of the high points, and having a good cry.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I knew I didn’t want to do this shit. And although the end result is awesome, it is horrible thumbing back through this nightmare.
This is not me having a good time, people. This shit is roughneck.
From the very first time I wrote about him, until the very last time I was able to, I’ve been in it. When I tell y’all it felt like taking a bullet, please be advised.
This shit felt like taking a bullet.
Neither here nor there though, as I have shit to do and stories to tell. I was simply taking a break to share with y’all the fact that I actually am working, although it probably doesn’t look that way from the outside.
It probably appears as though I’m sitting on my cute ass doing a whole lot of nothing. Well, 48 hours ago, sure. But not now.
Anyway, the inboxes are open. Hit a Bitchface up. I hate doing these old edits, they’re horrible. I welcome any distraction right now.
He’s an ass and if you’re going to do this, put on a Hazmat suit first. 💜💜💜
You deserve more than him because frankly he doesn’t deserve you at all. You work your ass off and are smart as hell. You’re interesting and thoughtful. You take care of your own. He doesn’t know how to be with a strong woman like yourself. To be honest, I feel sorry for him.