I Got Dumped By My Fiancé The Same Day Our Wedding Invitations Arrived
On breakup day 2 I wrote a tumblr post that is the emotional equivalent to a cup of my tears. 150 days later I reviewed and commented.
On breakup day 2 I wrote a tumblr post that is the emotional equivalent to a cup of my tears. 150 days later I reviewed and commented.
Most would just hold my hand or touch my legs but none has gotten far. But as the night deepens, a guy kissed me. Not once but a couple of times.
For the past month, I am battling with these four words.
This didn’t seem like the guy I fell for, but I told myself I couldn’t blame him for wanting freedom. Deep down I knew something felt wrong, but my grotesque heart still wanted him.
I do know that I utterly resent you and unconditionally love you all in the same flutter of emotion when someone brings you up.
You’ll learn that older boys in bands are really fun to fall in love with and then you’ll also learn never ever fall in love with older boys in bands.
I talk about you in the past tense and people avert their eyes with sympathy.
I figured this ring would be with me forever. A reminder that I wasn’t good enough.
The one memory I won’t forget about all of this was the next week in school. Being in a crowded cafeteria & making eye contact with my attacker. I was surrounded by people but no one knew what that look meant.
Sex is not everything. Sex is not nothing. Sex is sex.