The hardest part about being dumped is that the dumpee feels worse than the dumper. I do not understand why this should be the case; especially when the dumpee was in the dark about the intentions of the dumper. Shouldn't punishment befall the dumper for being such a.... well, dumper?!
I was interrogated last night during a drinking session. I was questioned as to why I was still wearing my wedding ring as a pendant. My response was simple; just as "not too bad" = "not too good", "no news is good news", I am entitled to still remain positive. Besides, I do not believe 'he' could be so cold-hearted and stone-hearted; I wouldn't marry such a man anyway. My friends could be right... or wrong; but one thing I know for sure is that we all cannot forsee the future. And should the day come that 'he' wants to get back to where we ended and start over again, I'm not gonna be a bitch and 'take revenge' and play mind games. We aren't kids, and this isn't a joke. I take it seriously, and I still do. But should he stand grounded like a rock, then I'm not gonna try change matters too, simply because I can't do this on my own. Swallow the bitter tablet which I've been staring at for the longest time and move on, hoping the tablet also erases my memory of the one who prescribed it.
Perhaps I just wanna wake up from this horrifying and trying nightmare as fast as it happened.
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