Do you know how old she is?
Older than his own mom.
That’s fucking gross.
How could he do this to me?
And How is no one else puking over this?
Two fucking years, we weren’t always on and off.
Why would he leave me now, after two long years?
Especially for her old ass.
Okay. Maybe you’re right.
I’m the one who moved out.
But that wasn’t a free go-fuck-an-old-lady pass.
I thought some time apart would help him appreciate me more.
I mean us. Appreciate each other.
And yeah, I did think it would work.
We got a puppy last year. His idea. Is he gonna leave our little Lele girl too?
This island is way too small, we have all the same friends.
Shit, we shared our whole world together. I never thought he would pull out so quick.
But we were happy.
We didn’t fight much.
At least it didn’t seem like that much...
Last week I stopped by his place to take Lele to the beach, when I seen that chick’s slippers outside the front door, I just lost it.
Surprise, surprise her old ass hid in the house while he ran out to hold me down and try save his screen door I nearly kicked to pieces.
He called me a psycho bitch.
Hah.
I told you we never fought.
Yeah what about these bruises?
They’re already fading away, just like our relationship...
Whatever, fuck you I thought you were here to listen.
We were happy, we were serious.
We were in love.
But that motherfucker.
Or maybe grandmotherfucker would be more appropriate.
Seriously, does no one else care how old she is?
What do you mean, I didn’t love him?
I was half a virgin when I met him.
I deleted half my contact list, all guys, just for him.
You think I work full time at First Hawaiian and spend my weekends waiting tables just for me?
Hah, who you think payed all the bills?
Who cares if I didn’t cook and you know I’m not a cleaner
I barely ever cheated on him, you know that.
I didn’t love him? pahleeease....
I got on my knees daily for that asshole.
If that’s not love, then please enlighten me.
What do you mean I’m better off this way?
You think I’m better off climbing into bed alone every night only to wake up to cold empty sheets?
I’ve barely slept in two weeks. I can hardly eat.
I quit the restaurant.
I just can’t handle watching at all the tourist couples and honeymooners,
and fuck waiting on them.
I’m not sure how much more aloneness I can handle.
Wait, how is this better?
and how the fuck is she better?
What does this old bitch have that I don’t, a 401K ?
Okay. You’re right, it wasn’t perfect.
But it was something. He was someone.
That’s better than no one.
So let me get this straight.
You’re telling me, as a friend, to sit back and allow this old hag to drag my man through menopause and retirement with her?
Get real.
Fuck him. And fuck her.
I’m so over it.
He wants to leave me for her old pussy.
His loss.
But I’ll still win in the end, old hag.
Older than his own mom.
That’s fucking gross.
How could he do this to me?
And How is no one else puking over this?
Two fucking years, we weren’t always on and off.
Why would he leave me now, after two long years?
Especially for her old ass.
Okay. Maybe you’re right.
I’m the one who moved out.
But that wasn’t a free go-fuck-an-old-lady pass.
I thought some time apart would help him appreciate me more.
I mean us. Appreciate each other.
And yeah, I did think it would work.
We got a puppy last year. His idea. Is he gonna leave our little Lele girl too?
This island is way too small, we have all the same friends.
Shit, we shared our whole world together. I never thought he would pull out so quick.
But we were happy.
We didn’t fight much.
At least it didn’t seem like that much...
Last week I stopped by his place to take Lele to the beach, when I seen that chick’s slippers outside the front door, I just lost it.
Surprise, surprise her old ass hid in the house while he ran out to hold me down and try save his screen door I nearly kicked to pieces.
He called me a psycho bitch.
Hah.
I told you we never fought.
Yeah what about these bruises?
They’re already fading away, just like our relationship...
Whatever, fuck you I thought you were here to listen.
We were happy, we were serious.
We were in love.
But that motherfucker.
Or maybe grandmotherfucker would be more appropriate.
Seriously, does no one else care how old she is?
What do you mean, I didn’t love him?
I was half a virgin when I met him.
I deleted half my contact list, all guys, just for him.
You think I work full time at First Hawaiian and spend my weekends waiting tables just for me?
Hah, who you think payed all the bills?
Who cares if I didn’t cook and you know I’m not a cleaner
I barely ever cheated on him, you know that.
I didn’t love him? pahleeease....
I got on my knees daily for that asshole.
If that’s not love, then please enlighten me.
What do you mean I’m better off this way?
You think I’m better off climbing into bed alone every night only to wake up to cold empty sheets?
I’ve barely slept in two weeks. I can hardly eat.
I quit the restaurant.
I just can’t handle watching at all the tourist couples and honeymooners,
and fuck waiting on them.
I’m not sure how much more aloneness I can handle.
Wait, how is this better?
and how the fuck is she better?
What does this old bitch have that I don’t, a 401K ?
Okay. You’re right, it wasn’t perfect.
But it was something. He was someone.
That’s better than no one.
So let me get this straight.
You’re telling me, as a friend, to sit back and allow this old hag to drag my man through menopause and retirement with her?
Get real.
Fuck him. And fuck her.
I’m so over it.
He wants to leave me for her old pussy.
His loss.
But I’ll still win in the end, old hag.
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