Alright, so, me. Married. Been crushing on this guy for, what, a year and a half? And it felt like for a solid year, we both just knew it was there, you know? Like, this unspoken thing. He got moved to another office, but still came to see me. I finally, *finally* got the nerve …
Seriously, I'm blowing more cash on my face and clothes than my whole sad life combined. Pretty sure they won't even register it, but I gotta at least try not to look like a total disaster when I see them. Ugh, just want to see them already.
Guess I'm supposed to be some omniscient god now, huh? Gotta keep tabs on all their contracts, their money, their whole damn job situation, then just hand over all the answers they want. Yeah, right. They just up and ran away, got themselves buried in debt, and now they're …
I just wanna go on a date. With someone... anyone... who's not my husband.
His smile, when he greeted me? Yeah, that just got me. His whole look, his build... totally my type. And honestly? It's not even about wanting to date him or anything like that. It's just... I mostly just wanna touch him, hold him. That's the big thing.
Ugh, I'm so done. I know for a fact they'll never feel anything for me, so I gotta just… drop it. But like, how the hell do you actually switch that off?
Heading to that 'nostalgic' spot, gotta meet the gang. Hair, I guess I'll try… whatever. What ancient rags am I pulling out tonight? Footwear? Just whatever doesn't totally wreck my feet. This sad bag again? Oh, and *nails*. Yeah, right.
Okay, so I found my partner's old Insta, like, from ten years ago, when they were twenty. And it's... just *not* them. Such a wildly different vibe. Kinda incompatible with, you know, everything. But deep down, people don't really change, do they? Pretty sure I just ruined my own day.
So, I invited this single mom – you know, the one with the boyfriend – to a kid-friendly lunch. She shows up, right? In *his* car. And she's all, 'Nah, the kids are staying with grandma and grandpa, so I'm actually gonna bail. No kids, so I'm just hanging with my man today.' And …
Only time I'm genuinely happy is when I'm dead to the world. Kinda sad, right?
Look, I don't care *why*. But last-minute ditchers? They're the absolute bottom of the barrel for me. Seriously. Not hanging out with 'em, not inviting 'em. Ever again. Nope.
You see people, right? No friends their own age. Like, not even someone born the *exact* same year? Yeah. You just... you kinda get it. It's never a good look.
I'm so utterly wiped, but gotta pretend I'm not a zombie 24/7, just in case *they* pop up. Like, at the konbini or something. The constant pressure to be 'cute' is actually soul-crushing.