The Unbothered Ex

The Unbothered Ex

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So you are home, broken hearted and eating your 5th pint of ice cream. Have not taken a shower all weekend and can't seem to move from the couch except to go to the bathroom or grab pint number 6. Your phone dings and it is yet another Facebook notification about your Ex's wonderful life. What is wrong with me you think. How do you compete with that? Simple, don't try. I know that you want to show them how great you are doing without them in your life but it is simply not worth it. In time, it won't matter anyway. Take the time you need to heal yourself without the worry of what an Ex thinks. Take care of yourself first, don't put on a show for them. It's like being on a diet, and keeping chocolate cake in the house. It's only going to drive you crazy.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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