My ex had a friend who didn’t know me
I forget her name now. She only met me once.
After my ex left me, I fell into deep depression. Post-trauma.
I was in terrible shape and alone. Since my ex ghosted me while she joined her new polyamorous community, I felt entitled to harass her with texts and emails.
The friend—kind of like Trump's cast-offs—repeated the party line. "Good riddance," she all-capped. A response like that would qualify you for Secretary of Defense in the US—for a few months anyway.
Are you still in Mina's circle? Or are you out here with me yet? Call me! I could use a lot of care, and you appear to need lessons in civility. Win-win?
After my ex left me, I fell into deep depression. Post-trauma.
I was in terrible shape and alone. Since my ex ghosted me while she joined her new polyamorous community, I felt entitled to harass her with texts and emails.
The friend—kind of like Trump's cast-offs—repeated the party line. "Good riddance," she all-capped. A response like that would qualify you for Secretary of Defense in the US—for a few months anyway.
Are you still in Mina's circle? Or are you out here with me yet? Call me! I could use a lot of care, and you appear to need lessons in civility. Win-win?
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