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The most bitter pill to swallow when it comes to women....is that....often...at your weakest, she will not love you as you are.
She will not hold your hand.
I get news that breaks my heart.
It catches me completely by surprise and a gaping hole is left.
I head out into the night knowing full well I am going to get hammered.
I haven't done it intentionally in over a year and a half.
Fast forward to her saying she'll come get me and I feel better knowing I'll see her.
I don't answer my phone because it's loud.
She texts me saying she's headed back home and to figure out how I'm getting home on my own.
No compassion.
No sympathy.
No understanding.
Nothing.
Ice queen treatment if I ever felt it.
There have been some flashes of it....and I know that it can fester and metastasize....but honestly....part of lets go of her inside and the romanticism with which I saw her loses its luster and shine.....and I sigh deeply.
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