I laugh as I think what I would’ve wasted if you fought for me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t fight for me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t want me. I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t waste your precious energy on me.
The right words from you during one of my weak moments would’ve been detrimental to my future well being. The right sweet nothings from you to try to win me over would’ve had me melting at your feet. The right whole-hearted meaningful “I’m sorry” would’ve set me up for more years of disaster. You have no idea how very, very glad I am that you didn’t fight for me. I can’t even imagine what I’d be putting up with right now if you did.
Can you imagine the paranoia I’d feel when you were not with me? My mind uneasy and racing with thoughts of “Is he really where he says he is? What’s he really doing? Who’s he really with? What’s he really doing with who he’s really with?” Nah. I can’t. I can’t even put my imagination through the hurdles and hoops of thinking the worst and having it come true. Not me. I can’t.
I’m so glad I don’t ever have to be on you like white on rice. Like green on the trees. Like water in the ocean. Like she does. I don’t have to know jack about you or care about your jack or try to fix you. Like she does, lol. Can you even imagine that crap? I’m so soo sooo glad you didn’t fight for me.
Can you imagine the amount of money that I’d have stolen from me again to unknowingly support your other lifestyles? The lifestyles that you hid so well, for so long, and from so many. Can you imagine the set back I’d probably experience all over again . . . in my life . . . as I continue to grow up and get older . . . while you get older but don’t grow? Can you imagine the time I’d have to invest to fix the all stuff that you got wrong? The stuff that you frigged up? The stuff that you caused to happen due to your “couldn’t care less about anyone but me” attitude? The stuff that you did and may do again? The set back I’d go through again when you decide to check out again. Nah. I can’t. Not me.
I’m so glad you didn’t fight for me cause if you did, on day two, I’d be the only one fighting for you. I’d be the only one planning for a future and budgeting the hell out of the money mess you’d probably continue to make. I’d be the only one caring enough to put in more than enough to save us. I’d be the only one planning outings and events to keep things lively and fun. But I’d also be the only one who’d need you to wear a condom in our supposedly monogamous relationship. I’d be the only one putting my life on the line for you. Pffft. Not me. I can’t.
Can you imagine how I’d probably lose myself in you again? Lose myself while trying to save myself from making a mistake by fighting for you again? Can you even feezing imagine THAT crap? Losing myself for someone who doesn’t even want to get lost with me? Nah bruh. Not me. I can’t. So soo sooo glad you didn’t fight for me. So friggin glad.
