Can’t Fight It
Dear Mr. Pathetic,
It’s been two months today since our break-up. I think I’m doing amazingly well getting over you. As a matter of fact, I can hardly remember what I saw in you that made me fall head over heels.
There have been days in the last month when I’ve written rants and poetry memorializing you. I’m glad those sad days are few and far between now.
Not being in a relationship with you isn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. In fact, the relief of not having to deal with you on a daily basis is a real plus.
Those long phone calls listening to you complaining about every little thing in your life made me very tired, especially the calls on your way to work at 5 a.m. Grrrrr! I don’t miss them.
The constant whining and endless stories about your (dead) wife…well all I can say is, “dead wives make cold bed partners.” Get over it.
You have more baggage than a 747. I keep asking myself, “what was I thinking?”
Now I’m out meeting new people and having more fun than I ever had with you. It’s over so there’s no reason not to make the most of my new freedom.
Memories and thoughts of you are fading. Six months from now I probably won’t even remember your name. Life goes on and that’s a good thing.
Mr. P have a good life. LMSSSFKDAO
(laughing my sweet silly sexy free Karmic Diva ass off)
It pays to be fearless. Love to you all…Karm