Day 18: A Toast for the Douche Bags


Ola Dickheads,

This one’s for you.

Thank you for rejecting me, letting me down, screwing me over, making me feel small. Thank you for trying to control me, to tell me what to think and to break me.

Thanks for telling me my skin was bad, that I should lose weight, that I was making you crazy and should probably get help. Thank you for never taking responsibility for yourselves, for never accepting half the blame. Thanks for tricking me and leaving me hysterical on the bathroom floor.

Thanks for being so angry that your eyes turned black and I had to walk away for my own safety. Thanks for telling me I was lucky not to have a partner who beats me and for texting other girls.

Thanks for not being remotely good enough for me, for setting me free to find myself and then someone worthy of my heart.

Thank you mostly for being nothing but a story now, a nightmare to talk about in hushed whispers at parties with girls, who have their own douche bag tales. Thank you, truly.

With absolutely no love whatsoever, never yours,

a-voluptuous-1  🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

Let’s all take a moment to say “Fuck you” to our exes, eh? The mean ones, anyway. 👅

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