I never stood a chance. I think of his depression as ‘the other woman’. She had the prior claim and has the stronger hold over him. She makes him ignore me and treat me like shit. I no longer know how to reach him. He said he loved me once, now I’m lucky if he can even bear to look at me. I am rejected and broken. It’s been this way for nearly two years. I thought I was winning, I thought he was mine.
He’s not mine, he never was. She got there first and will never go away. I hate her. But I’ll go back for one last kick in the guts, one last try. I’ll tell him that I will be waiting, but he’ll have to ask to see me. Of course, she’ll tell him that I’m lying and am dumping him. He’ll believe her and I’ll never see him again. I hate her.