it's not that i was blindsided or anything, but like, did you ever consider how easy it is to say “let’s start fresh” while keeping a door wide open behind you? i mean, one minute we are planning this whole future, talking about travel and exploring new hobbies. and the next? i find out they were never fully single. turns out they were still moonlighting as their ex's therapist while dating me. wh...
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I always thought being a *good* person meant handling awkward family questions with grace. But then my relatives dug up my ex from the family archives like I was some relic of their nostalgia. They reminisce about how *nice* he was and how *smart* he seemed—completely ignoring that I once found him curled up on my couch eating Cheetos at 3 AM, claiming it was "part of his artistic process." Now, as I try to defend my current partner, who wears socks with sandals but can cook a mean lasagna, I'm standing there wondering if I need to start packing my funeral outfit—because my family is clearly mourning my dating choices.
I always thought being a *good* person meant handling awkward family questions with grace. But then my relatives dug up my ex from the family archives like I was some relic of their nostalgia. They reminisce about how *nice* he was and how *smart* he seemed—completely ignoring that I once found him curled up on my couch eating Cheetos at 3 AM, claiming it was "part of his artistic process." Now, as I try to defend my current partner, who wears socks with sandals but can cook a mean lasagna, I'm standing there wondering if I need to start packing my funeral outfit—because my family is clearly mourning my dating choices.
day twenty-eight of pretending it doesn't hurt. remember when you shared peanut butter sandwiches at recess and now they act like we never knew each other? it's like one minute we're planning epic sleepovers and the next they're ghosting me harder than my last two phone chargers. I even saw them the other day, strolling past with a smile, all while I awkwardly tried to hide behind a shelf of pasta...