Don’t you think about me? 

It’s been just under 2 weeks since he told he has nothing left to say to me. He has started his new life and he doesn’t care about me. All I hear is silence. It’s hard not knowing how and why. It’s hard not being able to talk to him. He promised me that everything will be ok in the end… he promised me that he wouldn’t lead me into anything bad. 

It’s even more painful because there was ample opportunities for him to just let me be. We had walked away from us many times… he would come back and say things will be different. 

I loved that man- I worshipped that man. And now I’m sitting here lonely and broken whilst he moves on with his life- we are like strangers- like we never even knew eachother. 

It’s not the break up that I am bothered about- I don’t own him and he doesn’t own me, we are free to change our minds about who we want to be with, I may love you today, but not tomorrow. 

It’s the lies, the secrets, the betrayal. He could have told me he wanted to move on with the mother of his child. Instead I became the last to know and so he wouldn’t have to explain it to me- he decided he didn’t want to talk to me- whilst simultaneously owing me £8000. Imagine lending someone your life savings and then not even being bold enough to tell u they don’t want u. 

“Joy comes in the morning”- I’m waiting for my morning. 

2 thoughts on “Don’t you think about me? 

    1. Hey, yes I am trying to move forward and forget bits kinda hard with the whole money issue- I’m gonna leave it a few months and then if it’s not paid I’ll ask for it! Thanks your advise x

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