...And I thank you...Not because you are some amazing person who deserves to be thanked, but because you are weak. Because you needed to feel better about yourself, you longed to compare stories under the guise of being a decent human being, you have freed me from regret. I see him, and you, for what you both are: Mere pawns in this twisted game. I didn’t deserve what I got, you showed me that. Now I am fully aware that I am the only truly innocent creature in this charade. He didn’t let me go because he loved you more. He didn’t feel bad for cheating on you. No remorse lay in his mind the nights we shared a home. No. Now his regrets lie in your bed. With every thrust, my name plays through his tortured soul, sad as a Spanish lullaby. Your name does not spill from his lips without contempt. Your skin leads only to thoughts of me.
It’s funny how one believes they see the whole picture when the paint from the first strokes is still tacky to the touch.
I thought I knew, but until you called, begging me not to hang up, I had no idea.
Thank you for I am now free to live my life.