I feel discarded. Cast aside.
No discussion, no attempt to sort it out.
I would have waited.
But you decided.
Somewhere between Friday night, and Saturday morning, it was all your call. I didn’t have a say.
I had no clue.
You said “it’s for the best, you’ll see”.
And then you were gone, and I was not to contact you.
Somehow that doesn’t seem like enough. Not after “I love you”, “I’m not going anywhere”, “you are safe with me”. Not enough. Not nearly enough.
And now I’m the one who feels broken.