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Do you know what these are?..

These are days…

Yes, I’ve counted.

These are the days since you’ve existed for me..

It’s been 397 days since I last saw you.

Did you know that..

We ate cinnamon raisin english muffins with peanut butter..

your favorite.

We joked about the time you were house sitting and that dog got on the counter ate all the muffins you just bought.

I went and bought you another pack that night and left them in your front seat after our 3rd date.. just so I could see that smile..

i still can’t go in the bread isle..

That was the last day I kissed you too..

Do you remember..

You kissed me with a smile.. as I did with you.

I always felt like I’d get to kiss you forever..

I just wish forever didn’t end so soon..

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It’s been 376 days since I spoke to you..

You texted me late that night.

It was emotionless and cold.. like strangers almost

You told me you were leaving. to a different state. on the otherside of the country.

In 2 weeks.

I wanted to come with you.

I wanted you to ask..

I wanted you to say we’d make it work.

I wanted to know if you were coming back.

I just wanted to know if I was worth an explanation..

I wasn’t

You said you we’re sorry and you said it through text.

You couldn’t even say it to my face. You couldn’t look me in the eye and leave me like a man.

You had to break me like others broke you.

This was your chance to leave first.

and you did.

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363 days ago..

I sat on my bed like I am right now wondering if you’d tell me goodbye..

The ‘2 week’ mark was 2 days away..

The 20th.

I was thinking of those stupid love movies where the guy realizes he just can’t live without her. Drives to her house with the corny love music in the background and he confesses his love for her and they live happily ever after.

It’s just super predictable and dumb and.. something that didn’t happen in my story.

I at least thought you’d say goodbye..

And you did..

over social media..

When you posted a video of you driving on the freeway.

and posted the location..

3,000 miles away…

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And.. do you remember the last movie we saw together?

“Avengers Infinity War”

We we’re so excited to see “End Game” after that.

But I went alone this year.

I thought of you the entire time.. barely paid attention.. until I heard that line.

“I love you 3,000”

Yes the most cliché line that EVERYONE used when that movie ended.

Of course I cried. I cried because that’s how far away you are. Something would have to remind me of you even more so right? That line had a whole different meaning to me after that.

But 3,000 miles is what I had in my head.

And you know what..

I’d love you regardless of those miles. I’d love you regardless of the time lost.

I would have loved you 3,000 miles.

3,000 years.

3,000 lifetimes.

But instead.. I’ll just love you from here.

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Miss Missing You

July 20th was the last day I saw your face
August 7th was the last day I heard from you
I’m still checking my phone hoping its you trying to get ahold of me.

I still don’t know what I did wrong, I don’t know why you felt the need to hurt me the way you did.

I tried my best to be the one woman you could count on, the one you could go to for anything, the one that could make your bad days disappear, and make you love and not feel bad for it.

I did everything I could for you, and you discarded me like I was a piece of lint from your jacket.
I think you hurt me and left me because you’ve been hurt and left in the past and wanted to be the first to do it this time. You wanted to get out before it got too serious.
You wanted to be the one that “ended things” for once.

In the back of my mind, I’ve always thought that you were happy with me, that you were thinking long term and thinking of a future together..

At least, that’s what I was thinking about.

I was thinking about you and I in our own little house, eating Chick-Fil-A..
Me ordering extra fries and lemonade because I know you like to eat and drink mine.
Me making you dinner when you come home, and remembering you don’t like fruits or veggies.
Us snuggling in our bed, you being “little spoon” because you like to be held too.
Getting Married.
Traveling the world and making it to our Ireland trip.
Making you coffee in the morning and making sure you have your Notre Dame mug and French Vanilla creamer because I know those are your favorites.

Making you an Easter Basket filled with Reese’s and hiding it around the house every year because that’s one of your favorite holidays.

I saw us having kids.. and I always hoped that they’d have your widows peak, your hands and your laugh.

I saw us growing old and living our best lives together.

I suppose I was the only one thinking about these things.

Even though, you told me you wanted this. You got my hopes up for a future that you didn’t plan on giving me. You put these thoughts in my head. You planned on moving out together, getting married, picking out my favorite rings, looking at homes, talking about baby names, planning trips, and you’re the one that left.

You disappeared and yet..

I’m STILL sitting here thinking about a life with you.
Thinking about what you’re doing and if you’re doing ok.
Hoping you’re happy even though you left me..
Wondering if you still listen to “Teenage Fever” by Drake and “Nuh time/Tek time” by DVSN and think of me..
Wondering if you finished our show without me.
Wondering if you look to the passenger seat of your Camaro and miss me sitting there singing to you. Wondering if you’d still have your hand on my thigh while you were driving and squeezing me when a song said “I love you” as if that was your little way of saying you loved me.

I wish I hated you, I wish I could just say, “fuck him, his loss” and move on.
But I can’t

I love you.

I miss you.

I hate not hearing from you everyday.

But at the end of the day, I remember that people don’t abandoned people they love, they abandon people they were using.

What I should have told you

You left today.

You didn’t send a text, call or stop by to say goodbye.

You just left.

You were too much of a coward to end us yourself so you just went 3,000 miles away to send the message for you.

I fell in love with a coward.

I fell in love with a pretender.

Someone that disguised lies as the truth and finally unmasked them when you put your car in drive this morning.

You left someone behind that was going to love you till the end of time. You left someone that wanted your happiness more than their own. You left a girl who wouldn’t have hurt you the way others have.

You left me.

I wanted to love you. But instead, I hate you.

I hate how you left. I hate how you made me feel as a woman. I hate how “private” you were. I hate how stupid you made me. I hate that I ignored red flags for you. I hate that I questioned my worth because of you. I hate you for how you treated me.

You played me better than anyone has.

But in reality, you played yourself by playing me.

It makes me wonder what your point was. What was the point of you telling me you wanted to move in together or get married, or us having kids?

Why did you do this to me?

I will forever question these things until I can question you.

You never were proud to have me as yours. You were embarrassed to have a “big girl” right?

Well I’m embarrassed too.

Embarrassed that you had me and my family fooled. You even had them thinking this was.. real.

You had our friends thinking we were serious when it was just a one way street.

You are embarrassing.

And I hope whoever you left me for enjoys being treated like a princess for a month then ignored for the rest of the time.

You ended up just like your father.

A man that cowers and leaves.

The saying goes, the way they leave tells you everything.

And this sure told me a whole lot.

This was all fake.

You expect the same person who pushed you into the water to be the same person who keeps you from drowning and that’s the fucking problem.

Goodbye.

GHOST

I wish I wasn’t expecting you to show up at my doorstep to say one last goodbye, because I know it’s never coming.

I wish I didn’t check my phone 50 times a day, hoping your name would light up my screen with an “i miss you” text the way it used to on the random days you did miss me more than usual.

I wish you didn’t have to go.

I wish I would have known the last time I saw you was the last time I’d be hugging you or pressing my lips against yours.

Maybe I would have done both more carefully in hopes I could have slowed down time so I could savor in that moment.

I wish you would have fought as hard as I did for us.

I wish you would have put more effort into me than you did keeping your streak on snapchat or the stories on twitter.

You never posted me.

In the world of social media, and how big of an impact it is in our lives, you never shared me with it.

You never liked/commented/or even showed any interest into what I posted or did, but you did with everyone else.

Then said, “it’s just social media”

Acting single on social media while you’re in a relationship makes a lot of sense huh?

When everything’s said and done.. I just wish you saw me.

The things you hated about yourself, I couldn’t help but fall in love with. The days you hated life were the days I was blessed to be laying next to you.

I wish I didn’t fall so fast, fall so deep and love so widely.

Being with someone is more than the money you spend, the dates you go on or the miles you drive.

It’s not the event you go to, it’s the company you have with you.

But you didn’t notice the company at all.

You were only focused on yourself. You were too focused on your image and how people saw you, that you forgot about the one looking at you from across the table. The one that did everything they could to make you the happiest. The one that loved you on your absolute worst days.

The one who would have loved you forever if you even bothered to notice.

But you’re gone.

Without a word. For no reason.

You’ve been a ghost in this relationship since it started, and this is the first time I’m noticing.

LEAVING

R A N T •A L E R T

I’ll apologize in advance for another sappy post but I’m in my feels!! 🙄

So I’ve been dealing with a continuous cycle of people leaving. It seems like every male in my life has left me and I’m still not used to it or even close to understanding it.

My real father left when I was small, which is the norm now days for most kids. He also passed away almost 3 years ago on Monday.

My Grandfather also passed away when I was small too, yet we were never that close..

Every boyfriend (only 3, relax) I’ve had has left too. Cheated and left, met someone else and left, moved for careers and school, or just simply.. left.

And throughout my life, I guess I’ve trained my mind to naturally, blame myself.

I always think or I’ve always thought it was me. Obviously not them dying or going to school/work but everything else, it’s just a reflex for me to think,

“Did I do something?”

“Is this my fault?”

Look I could have been the reason these boyfriends left, and I couldn’t help my father and grandfather passing. But for someone that has this happen to them time and time again, you tend to look at yourself as a potential problem or reason why it happened.

I think, maybe I could have had a better relationship with them or made things better while they were around or this or that or blah blah blah.

But this new relationship I’ve been in, for over 4 months, the guy just told me he’s leaving.

Going back to school.

3,000 miles away. 🙃

Well shit. Here we go again.

It’s killing me inside because this is the first man I’ve thought of Marriage and Kids and Growing old with.

I’ve never told him that but still my heart is broken. I know he’s doing this for himself of course my anxiety always has a different thought in mind…

Well, nice going Sherlock. You chased him away too. Can’t keep any man.

No matter how good of a person you are and what you’ve done, they’ll always leave.

And the biggest thing I’ve always done (because of this mindset I was blessed with 🙄😒) is make sure I never treat anyone else or make someone else pay for someone else’s mistake or for them leaving.

It’s never fair, right?

I always go into any situation with a clear mind and hope things turn out better. But every time, they’ve turned out with the same results…⤵️⤵️

Them Leaving. 🏃‍♂️

But Today, my heart dropped when my boyfriend asked me what was wrong.

I said I was just sad he was leaving..

And his response hit me harder than anything. Because it’s the same exact thing, word for word, that my father AND an ex said to me before they left..

I’m not dying. I’m just moving. It’s not a big deal.

I couldn’t breathe.

I swear, word for word.

My father told me that, the last phone call I had with him. I was sad that I couldn’t see him before he moved closer to his cancer specialist.

He passed 3 months after.

My ex told me that before he moved to a different city for a job. And left me a month later because me being “sad” meant I didn’t believe in his dreams. 🙄 lol ok.

So here I am again.. wishing he wouldn’t go or wishing he’d take me with him like I wish the others did. Wishing I was a factor or even remotely considered. But again, I’m left behind.

Trying to be supportive while my feelings are pushed aside.

So all I have in my mind now is, when is he going to leave. When is he gunna pull that “let’s just be friends” card.

He’s been distant and his communication skills are trash, which are the telltale signs if one getting ready to bolt!

So it’s all a matter of W H E N.

It really does suck having everyone leave cause now that’s really all you expect from people.

Just say when…

It’s not you, it’s THEM

Have you ever met someone that no matter what you do or what you say it’s just never enough for them?

You can be Jesus himself and turn water into wine but they prefer beer?

Lol trust me, we all know those people.

It’s usually in relationships where we get the pleasure of feeling inadequate by them because we’re the problem right.

But you know what, it’s not you.

Some people need relationships and things in their life to go badly so they can complain about it and say “I told you this would happen”

They don’t know how to be happy and have someone love them because of THEM.

And I’m not making an excuse for these people at all. But you gotta know that these people will ALWAYS be like this.

They will always find a reason for things not to work out.

• You’re too clingy
• You’re too fat
• You’re too emotional
• You’re too busy
• You’re too giving
• You’re too caring
• You’re too loving
• You’re too faithful
• You’re too “kept up”

And that’s just a few things I’VE heard.

They want you to believe that what you have isn’t good enough for them but in reality, it’s too much for them to handle.

They don’t know how to have someone that won’t cheat on them, judge them, hurt them, etc…

And when you’re not the reason they’re feeling unhappy or they can’t vent to their friends about you or post those stupid relationship breakup quotes on social media then they’ll find a reason to make you the problem.

And when you guys get into an arguement or you try to break up with them, they’ll always and I mean ALWAYS say, “See, I knew you’d leave” or “I knew you’d break my heart”

And guess what, you’re still the problem. LOL 😂

They won’t ever see their issues so don’t think too much into this when or if you’ve met that person.

Cause maybe one day, they’ll meet someone JUST LIKE THEM that does exactly what they’ve done to you and other people.. and realize,

“Hey, maybe it wasn’t them, it was me.”

IGNORED

Being ignored has to be the one of the WORST feelings.

You wait to see if they’ll talk to you first because it seems like you’re ALWAYS making the first move.

You wait for them to see your snaps or tweets or whatever but they don’t.

They have their phone in their hand 24/7 yet don’t even bother talking to you.

Why do we put ourselves through this?

Why do we let people treat us like an option?

Why do we fall in love with people like this?

WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS

We deserve someone that’s fucking consistent and makes a god damn effort.

We all deserve to be loved, but instead, we have to fall for these people that make us crazy and keep us crippled by this thing called “love”

It’s bullshit. They’re bullshit. And they fucking know it.

And look, I’m not saying text and hang out 24/7 but Jesus Christ, at least say something to me. Let me know you’re alright!

No one is that fucking busy not to text someone they’re in a “relationship” with.

It takes a measly 5 seconds to send “hey”

Yet they’re not too busy to scroll through social media though? Right?🙄

We have to do better. We have to have some standards for ourselves.

I don’t understand why its hard for us to speak up and say, “hey.. can you treat me better.” or “hey, can you not ignore me?”

The fact we even have to tell people this blows my fucking mind.

I wish we could all just be appreciated and loved and not have to play these fucking games of “I texted first last time” or “I can go longer without talking to you”

God help this generation of idiots that can’t seem to love anyone but themselves and social media.

Tired

I’m getting tired of waiting.

Waiting for you to show some effort, show feelings, hell just show interest.

I’m tired of waiting for you to WANT to talk to me or want to see me.

I’m tired of posting about how amazing you are on my social media and seeing you like EVERY OTHER FEMALES posts.

Except mine.

I’m tired of people asking if we’re together because “he never posts about you”

And I’m tired of saying, “he doesn’t really post a lot” or “he doesn’t want anyone in his business”

I’m tired of questioning myself and if I’m worth your time.

The real question should be, are you worth mine?

I’m tired of competing with your phone and social media. Since that gets more of your attention than I do.

I’m tired of you ignoring my texts but seeing you retweet or snap someone else instead.

I shouldn’t be working so hard to get your attention, it should come easily. I should realize that if I don’t have your attention, someone else probably does.

I’m tired of having this “old school” outlook on love when in reality, no one thinks like that anymore.

I’m tired of hearing you say, “I’m too busy” when all I wanna do is see you for 5 minutes.

I wish you could realize that material things aren’t going to keep you happy forever.

I wish you could realize that I love you even though I’m too scared to tell you.

I’m too scared to tell you that you mean the world to me, because you probably wouldn’t hear me with that phone in your hand.

I’m tired of being the only one in our relationship.

For My 2nd Love

It’s been said that we only fall in love with 3 people in our lifetime.

It says..
Our first is when we are young, in high school even. It’s the idealistic love. The one that seems like the fairytales we read as children.

(I spoke about mine in a previous post, “Young Love” so I won’t talk about him in this one.)

The second is supposed to be our hard love. The one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved. This is the kind of love that hurts, whether through lies, pain or manipulation.

And the Third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually looks all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be. This is the love that comes so easy it doesn’t seem possible. It’s the kind where the connection can’t be explained and knocks us off our feet because we never planned for it.

Now, with that being said.. this post is for my Second Love.

The one that destroyed me and betrayed me beyond anything I could have imagined.

I first saw him on a dating website. We never really spoke until I actually ran into him at a Subway.

We made small talk, flirted, and I left. Thinking I’d never see this tall, dark and handsome guy ever again.

I went home and thought about how familiar he looked until I realized he was on my “matches” on this dating website.

I reached out and told him it was me he ran into at Subway and we laughed and thought it was an awesome coincidence. 🙄 yeah right.

Now I wish I would have kept my mouth shut and never reached out to him.

Now, this man was 6’4, 250 lbs of pure muscle, a basketball player (my favorite sport btw), gorgeous smile, intelligent, funny, romantic and all the above. I couldn’t believe he was mine.

Or so I thought

This man was manipulative, condescending, narcissistic, abusive in every way but mostly emotionally and mentally.

But no one would have believed me if I told them that. This man was an amazing friend. And what I mean by that is he is always there for you, supportive, would go out of his way for you and just the definition of a true friend. But he never did those things or acted that way in a relationship.

He had no idea how to be a boyfriend.

He would flirt and “talk” with numerous women and say “you’re just insecure” or “it’s not that serious, you’re overreacting”

And he actually had me belive that I was. Lol such a joke right?!

He’d make little comments like “I need a girl that’s a gym rat like me” or “I need a woman that’s fit like me”

And I hated the gym, it made me uncomfortable to go there. Cause I’m not the skinniest girl, I’m pretty thick. So there was a tug at my self esteem.

He would get me gym passes and say “I’ll help you workout” but would act like a trainer. So he’d push me hard knowing I had difficulty with certain workouts. And if I told him I couldn’t do something he’d either say, “well if you lost some weight blah blah…” or he’d ignore me, or just leave.

L O L

And trust me. That’s not even the worst part.

This man was addicted to Porn and Sex.

Like he said he NEEDED sex every single day multiple times a day and he considered that normal. He was needing a pornstar. Every day, every hole type of gal. And that DEFINITELY wasn’t me.

Look I get it. Sex is awesome. But when you’re treating your “girlfriend” like dog shit and making her insecure, she’s not going to want to do any of that.

He would watch porn on a DAILY.

Even after we had sex, he would wait till I fell asleep and go watch more porn.

EVEN THAT DIDN’T MAKE ME LEAVE!

I literally thought something was wrong with me. He made me incredibly weak when I have always been a strong and independent woman. Yet I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t get out. He literally crippled me into thinking I needed to be treated this way.

He would go back to his college for Alumni Week or whatever and wouldn’t talk to me the entire time.

Now what do you think is going through my mind… 🙄😒

He would come back and act like nothing happened, then tell me he shared a bed with a girl but got mad at me for getting mad. 😂 uh… what?! Lol

But he woulsld constantly comment on his ex-girlfriends pictures (who was insanely overweight) and say, “you look amazing” but couldn’t compliment me once..

But then tell me “Oh we’re just friends” or “we never talk though so don’t be jealous”

But yet, he was texting her behind my back THE WHOLE TIMEEE. LOL

Guys, I know. How stupid could I be?!

I was with him for almost 2 years.

Until one day, he and I got into an arguement and he started throwing chairs and other things at me, the second I tried to walk out the door, he grabbed my throat and shoved me into a wall. Slammed my head into the wall twice until I fell down.

He walked away and that was it.

Who was I going to tell?

Not my Parents. They would have ended up in jail for murder. Not his parents, especially his mother. Cause why would their perfect college graduate, never hurt a fly, son do that?

I was stuck and cripped by this Ma .

I mean he could do no wrong.

His mom would be in our disagreements too, trying to “Protect” her baby and she’d say,

“He doesn’t know how to make you happy.”

“You ask for too much”

“He doesn’t deserve this”

Girl, all I’m asking is that your son treat me with loyalty, respect and not shove my head through a wall but yeah, I’m asking for too much. 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Until one day…

He went back to his Alumni Night at his college. He had a basketball game and he was getting all these new followers and friends. (Mostly women) 🙄 shocker right?

They even posted on his Facebook like.. “Live your life, dont let a stupid girl make you unhappy” or “It’s better to be single than deal with a jealous immature girl”

I mean.. who else would they be talking about. 😂

And the second I knew we were done was when HIS MOTHER posted a picture of her and him, captioning it

“He’s single and ready to mingle” 😂

Best part of the relationship was the end.

So, with ALL that being said.
Your second love may be unhealthy, unbalanced and narcissistic even. There may be emotional, mental or even physical abuse or manipulation.

Most likely there will be high levels of drama. This is exactly what keeps us addicted to this person, because it’s the emotional rollercoaster of extreme highs and lows and like a junkie trying to get a fix, we stick through the lows with the expectation of the high.

I pray we can all get over these “Second Loves” because everything is so much better after them.