He was my reason for living. I had nothing else to live for. Two years. Everything was going to be okay because I had him and he loved me and we were going to have a future together. Three affairs, in two years. Countless other hookups. I have nothing else to live for. Maybe my death will hurt him like he hurt me. It will hurt them all. They’ll finally feel the pain they caused me. The pain I live in everyday.
I’m not going to leave a note. I’m not going to afford them that final explanation, that last kindness.
I’m going to buy it online, and as soon as it gets here, I’ll do it and be dead. The only person that I will regret hurting is my grandmother, but she has other grandkids. She’ll forget about me and get over it. Maybe I can make it look like an accident, like take it and lie on some train tracks. Hm. We’ll see.
Fuck you Max. I loved you so much.
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Don’t die for him, live for yourself.
In this case happiness is the best revenge, happiness without him.
Maybe your life will get better without him.
I know what brake-ups feel like.
They suck. I broke up with my x awile back and even still I mis her.
If you ever need to talk, feel free to email me at brl.cents@gmail.com
All I had to live for was him. He was my world. I don’t have any reason to live and I’m sick of the agony.
i sooo know how you feel. im going through the exact same thing right now as we speak. so i know that you have that same feeling in your stomach. its a ache, its a “i cant eat” feeling, its a “all i want to do is hide and turn off my cellphone” feeling. my husband is my everything and I want him to hurt just like i hurt. damn,after reading your post, it sounds like i could have wrote it myself.
@Kingreason & 911 – DITTO
Love is the expression of joyful intimacy that you create and feel in response to another.
Yeah, max may be gone, but it was YOU that created that love.
And you can do it again.