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He places a hand on my wrist as I try to move past him “Can you stop? Let’s discuss this like adults You don’t have anywhere else to go”

“That’s nice That’s perfect, Justin I don’t need your pity I’irlfriend The wo off and fling it at hiive it to his skank He stares at me open mouthed like a daot hoet your favorite fro upyour knife in my back”

His face pales and he ss hard, rubbing a hand through his blond spiky hair “I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

“Of course you didn’t You knohy you didn’t know? It’s because you were too caught up in your fling, but you knohat…” I throwthe shelves and walls I look at the pictures of our life together realizing it was all just a lie and I don’t need any reminders “It doesn’t matter because if you cared about me even a shred of the amount that I’ve loved you, you would have never cheated You would have been honest with me But you couldn’t because you can’t even be honest with yourself Piece of advice Quit your shit job that you hate and pursue your art You no longer have a wedding to save for You’re great at creating illusions” I stabhe did forupmy father’s ashes, and I walk out the door as Justin watches without a word

Idown

It isn’t until I have been driving aias that it all hits me

That father I never knew is dead and gone The boyfriend I have held with such high regard was nothing but a cheating snake

I wouldn’t know a realhonest withtinancy scare If anything, I feel like I lost my best friend and that hurts the most

I sit at the pu to fall but they don’t Ies of Justin’s betrayal play on a loop inside e to the next Hisand possessive, full of a passion he once felt for me The food I had recently picked up fro onin my chest

Why couldn’t he have been honest with me? The fact that he went behind my back is what hurts more than the fact that he cheated I loved hierous love My mom warned me Said it hy she could never be with h to let hio She walked away Ripped our fah

I once asked her why she couldn’t love theh for me She didn’t answer She picked up her wine bottle and drank like she did every night

I don’

t want that kind of regret

I don’t want that heavy of a heart

A substantial weight presses on s as I relive the moment in my hts