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A Closet to Myself
I’m glad you cheated.
I want to thank you for cheating on me.
All that glorious room!
I especially want to thank you for doing it in such a crappy way. Now there’s absolutely no chance that we could ever get past it.
At least as a couple…
I’m planning how I’m going to reorganize my clothes.
Oh, and the fact that you did it so openly, in such a humiliating and public way, means that although I can and do forgive you, I will NEVER take you back.
Thank you for including all YOUR friends in your lies. It makes me feel great to know who can be trusted. I feel awesome when I think that everyone knew but me.
Shoes on that shelf, boots on the other.
Knowing how many of the ones I called my friends were lied to behind my back and fell in with the “let’s fix that poor girl” plan infuriates me. I may be broken, but not the way you said.
My brokenness comes from the sorrow of losing a child, not the pettiness of a twisted relationship.
