The Last

I’m not quite sure what to do now.It is a lot to take in that being happymight nnot be possible while he’s with me, but I keep getting told it’s not my fault.
I need to stop trying to make it my fault.

I don’t know who to talk to because I don’t want to hear about how he’s an asshole. He’s not. He just wants to be happy.
My mind just wants me to go wipe myself out for a few days.
But both fortunately and unfortunately I can’t do that because of the kids.

I bet no one ever thinks the last kiss is the last kiss.
The last “I love you.”
The last time they reach for your hand instead of you reaching for theirs.

I don’t want to talk about it any more.
I don’t want to blog about it any more.
I will blog about my life, but not specifically about tattoodaddy.
I owe it to myself, him, what we had and what we might have one day to respect that we are both hurting over this.
That it wasn’t/isn’t easy for either of us.

I just want both of us to be happy.

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3 thoughts on “The Last

  1. I’m sure he’s not an areshole, and I’m sure it’s not your fault. Life just happens, you know, and sometimes the happenings are kind of shit. But the shit passes – it flows off out to sea, you scrub your toilet, and the water becomes clear again. In time. Sending hugs.

  2. I love that you have the maturity to not be angry or bitter, and that you’re doing your best to stay positive and see it for what it is. I hope you both find happiness and are able to maintain a friendship. I really want to catch up with you, when you’re ready. Not to talk about anything in particaular, but just because I really think you’re awesome xx

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