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I would never say this to you.
I have to choose to not take you seriously, its mothers day and I had a difficult day at work. Maybe you want me to feel broken, ripped into tiny pieces. But I have to make cookies with my little sister. Maybe you won't come home because you hate me today. You think its cruel for me to be so excited that you're moving out (though I don't say it). I can't see what is so cruel about wanting to be free from your relentless mood swings and guilt trips and begging and screaming and slamming doors, breaking things in the middle of the night. Oh if I had just made things "easier" on myself and gave in to the pressure to fuck you, because of course i owe you that even though we've broken up. This this this this pressure to have sex with you when I don't want to, this is why we are not together.
This is all neither here nor there since I mean nothing to you.
If you feel like you want to change your mind, I don't think I'd mind being friends. Every time you freak out, it makes it harder. I don't imagine you care. I figure you've come to the conclusion that cutting me out of your life would be the best course of action. I disagree, but its not like that matters.
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