Got up way too early. Went to work, rassled (yes, rassled as my cousin used to say) for what I need emotionally via text/email. Lost. Walked away once and for all.
Endured the rest of the day. Came home. Drank too much and sent messages that are utterly beneath me. Wallowed, and hopefully went to bed a tad stronger and prouder (is to a word!) than I was before (the going to bed part is yet to come, hence the 'hopefully').
Fuck those who don't/won't/can't/ see and honor me enough to do me justice or bow out when they know they aren't going to honor me in the way that I deserve.
He said he loved me more than anyone. His actions proved otherwise.
Note to self... actions speak louder than words. Always.
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