because we’re all adults here, aren’t we?

Imagine someone hurts you.

REALLY hurts you.

Then for a while it’s all drama and ugly and crazy over-the-top

how-could-you-do-this-to-me

and you-don’t know-me

and you-should-have-known-I-hate-red-onions-in-my-salad

and I-wish-I-never-met-you

and can’t-you-tell-the-truth-about-anyfuckingthing?

and you-have-my-favorite-hairclip-you-asshole.

And then mercifully that psychodrama stops, finally, because it’s just too awful and you can’t concentrate on work or even play and NO, dammit, I don’t want to eat anything, I *told* you I’m not hungry and just how long can a human being go without more than four hours of consecutive sleep before they go batshit bonkers anyway?

So you go about the business of your life as best you can and fine. Fine. You’re FINE. Because we’re all adults here, aren’t we?

But then that person, that person who hurt you? He pops up again, and CATCH THIS: He wants to apologize. So you listen because yes, you’re exactly that kind of sucker, you always have been and you always will be.

Lo and behold you’re glad you listened because you believe he actually means it. You do. Something clicks in your wounded soul and you wonder if it isn’t the last piece of the puzzle, the last piece you need before you can officially get your shit back together. You say to yourself, Wow. Closure. Awesome.

But then you realize. No. This? This is worse. This feels worse.

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