Met up with the ex after gym. She was done with dinner and looking through some documents. Wow, did you purposely leave the fried chicken thigh for me, I asked teasingly. Not really, but you can have it if you want, she replied.
And I did have it.
And I know she knows I like drumsticks. And I know she still loves me and doesn't know how to stop and it's killing her. And for a moment, I felt like crying.
Then the arguing started. Inevitably. And then she left in a huff, only to call and call and call to argue again at midnight. And I hung up on her after 2 hours. And switched off my phone.
I HATE hanging up. On people. And people doing that to me. And I feel like crying again.
And I did have it.
And I know she knows I like drumsticks. And I know she still loves me and doesn't know how to stop and it's killing her. And for a moment, I felt like crying.
Then the arguing started. Inevitably. And then she left in a huff, only to call and call and call to argue again at midnight. And I hung up on her after 2 hours. And switched off my phone.
I HATE hanging up. On people. And people doing that to me. And I feel like crying again.
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