Your late night texts and calls do nothing but let me know I am on your mind.
Humility has never been my strong point, so all this does is remind me that I affect you so strongly after all this time and in some small way, I still own a part of you. It feels empowering, especially when I’m out being a lush on some Friday and Saturday nights and I see you on my caller ID.
Do yourself a favor, respect yourself enough to not give my ego the satisfaction of “owning” you. Respect that I have no interest in talking to you, remember that I was unfaithful, and that I was and am not worth your time.
The odds of being attacked by a shark in the US are 1 in 11,500,000, but no one gets mad at people who want to avoid the ocean.
The odds of a woman being sexually assaulted in her lifetime are 1 in 6, but if she doesn’t feel safe around strange men she’s a stereotyping bitch.
Strange old world we live in.