Here I am stuck in a locked basement with you
I am injured because of you.
It would be the best thing in my whole life if I could ignore you and people like you forever. I try so hard.
I hate you further for the space you suck up. I am a kind smart lover, and I would do good if I could steal that huge wasted part of me back.
I try so hard.
I empathize with the hatred of the Palestinians for the Zionists. I empathize with Black Lives Matter. I empathize with women in this violent culture. I do not empathize with narcissists and gaslighters and liars.
So, I don’t want to forget you or I will potentially get betrayed again by your type. There are so many of you.
Gazan’s will never forget. Nor will their children’s children. You don’t forget when you are dunned for services you were denied. And then violated. At least I prefer to not forget. I witnessed most of your crimes.
And they can’t make a full life after trauma any more than I can.
You did not satisfy a single part of being a partner or wife. You failed to meet any of my needs or even think seriously about them. I can say that our marriage did not work for me at all. I would not do a single part over. I think back to the night I let you steal half my home in New York and I consider it the single worst decision of my entire 70 years.
For years I’ve thought I simply could no longer remember any of the good parts now I know the truth: for me, there were no good parts Ever when I smiled with you, I always knew you had an ax behind your back, and you loved to swing it at people who rejected your false narrative The narrative that makes you still believe you are a coach when you’re uncoachable. That you empower anything, when you actually only suck
Silly open kind David. A sucker. An easy mark. So much kinder, smarter and more successful than you’ll ever be. And you, jealous and pathetic, begrudging every bit and taking what you could off the holiday table when I wasn’t looking.
Like your missing dad’s brother’s wife!!! She is you!!!
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