The Breakup Between You and Me

I’m still stuck on the day you abandoned me six years ago. I want you to be unhappy when we meet again. I want you to be sick.

I want you to be as unhappy as I’ve been for six years, and I want you to struggle as much as I’ve struggled.

So I offered you ten rounds of s*x while you were struggling to pay for your father’s surgery.

Yes, I thought that would be enough. I realized that the more we were together, the more it was going wrong, but I didn’t know it then.

By the time I realized that my breakup with you was to protect me, it was too late. You were gone for good.