I sent The Ex a message telling him when I would be back in Chicago. When I would be back to pack and then get the hell out of there.
And suddenly he wanted to talk about packing our apartment up together, he wanted to see me, he wanted to have a pretty ending to our ugly relationship.
How fucking selfish.
The truth is, I'm apathetic. I'm apathetic because I'm living in a new life and that old life, all that time in Chicago, all those nights pressed against him, it feels like a dream. I don't know that life. How can I miss what doesn't even feel real?
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