Back in NY where I hardly know anyone
I used to have so many good friends. But, man cannot live on vapor alone.
I’ll never know quite what happened but no one in my couples group stood up for me. When the shit hit the fan the 2nd and third major time, I had been propagandized against so thoroughly that I’d lost while my ex was still in the joint masturbation phase with Caroline. Then I was PTSD and alone.
That’s my perspective. No one cares or knows the actual scenario.
It occurs to me that my ex couples friends chose my partner who is not creative, backstabs everyone, and who has never succeeded at anything.
I thought those same people believed I was empathetic, kind, generous, and supportive of my difficult partner.
I guess not. Or those traits aren’t valued.
I would have chosen me back then. Not any more. I’m a depressed mess now. But then I was probably a decent guy.
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