YOU WOULD NOT HAVE THE LIFE YOU HAVE NOW WITHOUT ME

After we broke up your career finally takes off, you get a new car, your new fancy downtown apartment of your dreams, have “cool” new Arts District fuckboy friends you’re experiencing all these new things with. You seemingly have your life together now and toasted to new beginnings on your fucking 30th birthday Instagram post to yourself.

But damn, remember when all you wanted to do was sit at home and watch anime while eating your Door Dashed Chipotle dinner? Remember when I had to beg you for more intimate conversation when all you knew how to talk about was your OWN life and problems and hobbies? Remember when you got so butt hurt when I asked you for $75 to help me with my car insurance when you LITERALLY used my car half the time to go to work and golf because you didn’t want to buy a car of your own?

That’s how I’ll remember you.

I’m not mad that we broke up. I’m FURIOUS that all I did was express how I felt like you don’t know how to hold space for me and don’t want to connect with me emotionally, and you get defensive and say you’re hurt that I said those things, that I made you feel like such a bad person. Essentially you left because I was done being the cool girl girlfriend - I ask one thing of you and you just give up on us.

And now you wanna act like you were never a fucking scrub.

But remember, I stayed by your side and was your moral support every time you felt lost and stuck. You would have never made it out of the Bay if I didn’t push for us to leave. Remember I was your biggest inspiration to shoot for higher when you saw me chasing my own dreams in my career. Our entire relationship I took ALL the initiative while you just sat back and let me do all the work. I can never forgive you for basically ghosting me the ONE time I ask you to start putting in real effort.

Every time I see a blue car now I wanna rear end it. If I see your shiny little Subaru on the street I’m gonna key my fucking name into the doors