I remember being so proud…

…of you. But I guess the worm has turned since you became an “award winner”…

“This is hell.”

Tbqh, I don’t even know where that award of yours ended up. I think it is where it should be so that it can be returned to you properly one day but I remember when I was so very proud of you for winning this. I told my mother and my grandfather, before he passed and you refused to go with me for the funeral, about my “award-winning” partner. I guess, like so much else about you, it proved to be worth very little.

I wish I didn’t feel so embittered. I wish I could still hold some shred of pride for you but…

One day, life will have completely moved on for both of us. One day. Again, not today. Oh well… maybe tomorrow will be different.

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