Love Letter to M
I was at work when I found out.
I pretty much spent the rest of the day at my desk feeling like shit and re-reading the same document about workplace harassment.
It sucks when you find out that the love of your life basically went on a trip with her new boytoy and lied to you about it.
On the drive home I could only start to feel my blood boil.
A mix of emotions ran through my entire body.
Hate.
Fear.
Anger.
Jealousy.
Mostly jealousy and anger.
Surprisingly not anger at her.
Anger at myself.
Anger because all I could think to myself is why would you fall for this manipulative bitch?
I came home, cracked open a beer and then sat on my shitter for a good twenty minutes before I got into the shower and cried.
If you think that makes me any less of a man then you can honestly go fuck yourself.
I sat in there for an hour.
I finished a bottle of bourbon, threw up, and went to sleep.
I woke up in a pile of puke, I still hated myself because I still love her.
