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Love, is just a four letter word, like fuck... for opportunistic fucktards who lie & cheat !
He sat next to me on the couch whilst sipping his glass of red as I tried to deescalate a situation via text a thousand miles away, whilst the Beatles strummed melodically in the background.
He then proceeded to pull out his phone and finger it as I spied his screen from the corner of my eye.
It was the other woman.
Well. It could’ve been his wife for all I know as I don’t know much, other than I struggled to trust this man when I saw these 3 lips upon the message thread... 💋💋💋
The way he kissed me, was extremely convincing.
He said he loved me and that his feelings were genuine some months ago, yet he needed to polish a full bottle of red before we retired for the evening, making him incapable of touching me.
What a disappointment, that was.
Maybe, he needed to obliterate himself before falling between the sheets with me.
He was already somewhat, gone. Even though, he was lying right next to me.
A typical, drunkard.
If I wanted to waste my time and energy, I would’nt have bothered catching a flight, or waxing my bits & pieces.
I guess... it was over before it even began.
He then proceeded to pull out his phone and finger it as I spied his screen from the corner of my eye.
It was the other woman.
Well. It could’ve been his wife for all I know as I don’t know much, other than I struggled to trust this man when I saw these 3 lips upon the message thread... 💋💋💋
The way he kissed me, was extremely convincing.
He said he loved me and that his feelings were genuine some months ago, yet he needed to polish a full bottle of red before we retired for the evening, making him incapable of touching me.
What a disappointment, that was.
Maybe, he needed to obliterate himself before falling between the sheets with me.
He was already somewhat, gone. Even though, he was lying right next to me.
A typical, drunkard.
If I wanted to waste my time and energy, I would’nt have bothered catching a flight, or waxing my bits & pieces.
I guess... it was over before it even began.
Published 22nd Apr 2018
Author's Note
Being a single woman aka “fuckhead” can oft be perilous !
However, I’ve mastered the art of finding closure.
Actually, it’s not that hard when you realise your 6 digit income is more appealing than scrubbing his floors, in the future.
However, I’ve mastered the art of finding closure.
Actually, it’s not that hard when you realise your 6 digit income is more appealing than scrubbing his floors, in the future.
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22nd Apr 2018 3:13pm
22nd Apr 2018 3:46pm
Such a brutal discovery! I suspect your wisdom and obviously shrewd attention to the details will get you through this.
22nd Apr 2018 5:21pm
The pace, imagery and subject matter are all starkly captivating. He may have wasted your time, but you got a great write out of it, and you tried, which is all anyone can do.
Daniel
Daniel
22nd Apr 2018 6:31pm
Those three lip prints must have come as a shock, but also a revelation. His treachery, lies and drunkenness make him a candidate for the romantic trash heap. These are angry lines but you still maintain your eloquence and control. Compelling, fine work!
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23rd Apr 2018 5:21pm
It’s hard to trust people these days. The dating game is often one that people don’t play fair in. Don’t lose hope though. When the one shows up it will be clear that they are worth your love.
Take care 😁
Take care 😁
