My Facebook memories kindly reminded me today that one year ago I was dumped via text message by a man I’d been seeing for eight months. A man I practically lived with.
Facebook can fuck off.
Tonight I tried to get the man I’m seeing to in some way say some small thing to make me feel like he wanted me. I got words to the effect that’s it hard because we live 30km apart and his work keeps him busy.
Tonight I feel less than desirable. Less than wanted. I’ve gained no ground in a year and that’s all kinds of shit.
Happy Friyay motherfucker.