I gave you so much. I let you use me, I never complained. I never wondered why, but now, I’m finally figuring it out.
I’ve finally figured out why we could never truly be happy together.
I was the giver, and you were the taker.
I gave you everything I had up until the moment you walked out the door. And you. You took, and took, and took. until I had nothing left that you wanted. But the main problem was, I gave out of love and you, you took out of greed and selfishness. There was nothing that you could do that would make stop loving you, because I truly loved you, but it only took “no” for you start to give up.
I guess I told you no too many times, and she she’s filled with yes’s. Maybe after three years and a child she’ll start to say no too. Or maybe it was all me.
Maybe it was me subconsciously telling myself to get rid of you.
Now that I look back on those two and half years I realize you never really gave me anything. Yeah, there were moments or complete happiness but there were also moments of complete heartache. Each time they conquered each other. And now that I know how you truly feel. I’m empty inside. How can I be filled with anything when the one person i thought that would always love me leaves for another girl.
But truly the joke is on you. I’m the strong one, who always fought the up hill battle. I’m brave one, the one who stood up for what I thought was right. I’m the happy one, I have our daughter. I’m the self fulfilled one, I don’t have to use people to have temporary happiness.
So sit around with your new girl and laugh at me when I’m down. Because in the end I’ll be the one with the last laugh.