I hate that she’s still writing about me. I fucking hate it. Especially when she’s choosing to write half-truths and outright lies and shielding herself under the umbrella of “fiction.” Like, fuck’s sake, we haven’t seen each other in five years. FIVE. YEARS. And you’re the one that ended things, you wanted to be done with it, so stop using me as an inspiration or topic or whatever you want to call it! And the most annoying this is that I can’t let it go. Not even in a “I miss you,” or “I wish we were still together” kind of way. I’ve really, really reflected on it, confronted myself to make sure this wasn’t all mislabeled lingering feelings, so I’m sure it’s not. I love my life now. My wife is my best friend and love of my life, our son is the best little guy, I have a great job and a house and friends and a good life. So why can’t I fucking let it go? Why am I still annoyed? Why do I care? Is it because I didn’t get a resolution? No closure? I don’t know. I hate it.