I’m glad you’re out of my life. I couldn’t do anything right. I couldn’t ever make you happy, I wasn’t good enough for you. You accused me of things I never even thought about doing. The relationship was a crock of shit, but not on my end. I loved you, and you can’t deny that. Go ahead post about how bad of a person I am, and how bad of a relationship we had, and how bad of a girl friend I was. Because I know none of it is true. I was good to you, I tried.
Best part about Jeff? He gives not a single fuck if I walk to his house, hang out for a few hours in sweat pants, without makeup, hair up, not even showered or anything. Just come to chill and watch SVU, get a back rub and cuddle. Four hours worth of pure bliss. Great way to end a lovely weekend.