Always Dignity

You message me trying to seem like you wanted to reach out to me so you could tell me (bullshit) that you were dating my ex (knew it) and that he was there for you when no one else was (meaning his small cock was) and it’s never who you expect (you were always jealous) and he is my best friend (because I forced him to keep you around) and then you had the audacity to try to pretend like this is something that just magically happened. Last summer. Brand spankin new. Now that-that I was sure was bullshit because when two “friends” are fucking, word travels fast. Especially given our previous relationship.

I wasn’t mad before but for some reason, all I can think about it the night you came over for my birthday, smoked and chilled with me like we were best friends. That this evening was going to reignite a friendship we had both been neglecting; you because you were fucking my ex and me because I didn’t wanna face the fact that you were fucking my ex. Maybe if I had just approached you about it, we could have had the goodbye we needed in person. Then again, I’m not the one sleeping with her best friends ex.

Anyways, I now find out that night was one month before you started dating him. Almost a year to the day that he and I broke up. Hmmmm. Weird. This is around the same time you invited me to your birthday party (which was you two and one other friend-so not awkward) and after I didn’t come, I never heard from you. Ever again.