For all the work and everything it all just fell to shit thus afternoon with just one text from the ex.
The confidence I thought I found.
The understanding I thought I came to.
All gone. Back to square one. Back to the lonely loser with absolutely nothing to show for it. I’m just going to sell everything other than essentials and just exist. Give the boys all the money I don’t need for bills and gas. Then maybe I will be worth something to people around here.
OK there I whined and cried and will enjoy my “poor me” night with cigarettes and j7nk food and be better in the morning.