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i think we both wanted to believe that it would get better i think we both lied to ourselves, that I would ever really want to have children that the ****** space between my legs would ever look like anything but disappointment to you lie 1 after my career got started for real, i could think about adopting lie 2 after your commitment was over, you would move somewhere for both of us so much education and learning 4 college degrees between us you build things to go into space and guide missions to galaxies what was wrong that we could not learn how to build one ******* simple bridge i feel like so many times I googled it and you seemed surprised Like open source relationship advice Had never occurred to you White papers stained with black numbers for *** therapists liter the bed White pads stained with my blood for increasing numbers of days in the litter bin Maybe if we stop looking at it, it will go away Maybe if we stop talking about it, it will clear up If ignored like a pimple, it will clear Instead of doing the right thing, we sit through two years of arguing in a counselor’s office I’m not sad that we "tried to work things out" i’m sad that i tried really hard and you left me with my scars still stinging.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
scars and drawn out denial
i think we both wanted to believe that it would get better i think we both lied to ourselves, that I would ever really want to have children that the ****** space between my legs would ever look like anything but disappointment to you lie 1 after my career got started for real, i could think about adopting lie 2 after your commitment was over, you would move somewhere for both of us so much education and learning 4 college degrees between us you build things to go into space and guide missions to galaxies what was wrong that we could not learn how to build one ******* simple bridge i feel like so many times I googled it and you seemed surprised Like open source relationship advice Had never occurred to you White papers stained with black numbers for *** therapists liter the bed White pads stained with my blood for increasing numbers of days in the litter bin Maybe if we stop looking at it, it will go away Maybe if we stop talking about it, it will clear up If ignored like a pimple, it will clear Instead of doing the right thing, we sit through two years of arguing in a counselor’s office I’m not sad that we "tried to work things out" i’m sad that i tried really hard and you left me with my scars still stinging.
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32/Non-binary/Suffern NY
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
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