"i think i told you once that i'd heard someone say the most self-destructive thing you could do was let someone else be your happiness. they were right. i probably told you that too.
i made you my happiness. i made you my whole universe. and you left. look at where that got me.
my therapist brought that up today. she said i needed to stop blaming myself for everything. she said it was your decision to leave, that i shouldn't hold it against myself or the woman you left me for. she said i needed to hold it against you, that i should stop shoving you into my definition of happiness and open my eyes to everything you did wrong.
i told her i could not think of one single thing you did or said to me that deserved to be labeled as wrong. she asked if you leaving me was wrong. i told her that if leaving made you happier, if that woman made you happier than i did, then it was not.
that's all i want, really. for you to be happy. she said that was bullshit, that all i wanted was for you to come back. i told her i did want that, but if it made you unhappy, it wasn't worth it.
she crumpled up her notes and threw them into the trash."
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Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
