So, I decided to do it the old fashioned way today: pretend like no one is going to see this and just pour my heart out.
Its been over 9weeks since I got the tacky sms. He didn't even have the decency to say the words to my face. Not even a phone call. 'My feelings for u are non-existent at this point. Let's be friends.' With those words, I saw the last 2years come crashing before my eyes.
The promises: fun times: efforts made to keep the boat of the relationship between Maurice and me sailing. First, I had a crying fest for 3days straight - yeah, Town Crier; so what? Then the self doubt/what ifs crept in; maybe if I had put on a little weight; perhaps, I should have dumbened myself a little, or pretended to hate football. All manners of self depreciating thoughts crawled through my mind.
Suddenly, I became mad. Like, completely and out of my mind type of anger. Why did he have to do it to me, of all people? All I had ever done was love him, or so I thought. Its a good thing I didn't set my eyes on him at that time. Maybe, I would be doing time in a prison facility somewhere.
After that came resignation. It is indeed over. I have sent him his stuff that were lying about my small house. Put away his, no, our pictures. I am now at the point where I want to seek adventure and maybe, become a little reckless. do the things I have never done that make me a regular Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes. Look out world.
P.S. To the next Maurice, you might just pay a little for your predecessors misdemeanours. Take note.
Note; hi beautiful readers. Please address your input to Chinny. Happy new month everyone. Hugs!!!!!