“Oh wow… congrats, you got with him… I heard he wears makeup all the time. What’s it like kissing a guy with makeup on? Now you know how guys feel kissing girls. Is it like kissing a girl? He kinda looks like a girl… Are you secretly a LESBIAN?! LOL jokes~~~”
… Fuck… You…
Get the FUCK out of my face.
You fucking fuckwit.
It’s bad enough that we have to share some friends like divorced parents. Now you’re attacking me for trying to move on. I’M TRYING TO MOVE ON.
You didn’t want me anyway. Now you don’t want me to be HAPPY?! Make that make sense. Why are you doing this, now? You could’ve reacted any other time before any of this happened. Why are you being like this. NOW? After the fact?
Do you realise that you hooked into my Demons?
What do you want me to do with this information? That you’re reacting this way? And you HAVE a girlfriend. You HAVE a fiancé.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!?!?!
You’re not The One.
You’re making me feel hesitant, as if he’s not The One.
You’re shaking up my defensiveness. You’re gaslighting me into abandoning this ship.
It worked. Congratulations.
Every bit of trauma that stopped me from having faith in him, is because of you. Because you changed. You’re the real Jekyll & Hyde, not him. YOU’RE THE TRAUMA.
…
2003… I wasn’t even 18 yet. I hadn’t turned 18.
I’m from Queensland, many of us graduate high school just recently turning 17. We’re not allowed alcohol at Schoolies. We’re just vibing, but we’re not 18.
…
You low-down boy.
You stand-up guy.
…
It’s 2024 now. Almost 2025.
You don’t mean anything compared to the boy who wears makeup.
I’d rather the makeup wearer 1000 times over.
Makeup is fine.
Being an ASSHOLE is NOT fine.
…
Now I’m looking forward to my MILLENNIAL MAN who WEARS MAKEUP.
Makeup is sexy.
Makeup is confidence.
Makeup can be whatever you want it to be, baby.
Wear makeup when you want to.
Don’t wear makeup when you don’t want to.
Let your skin breathe.
Cover it up when you want to cover it up.
It doesn’t matter. You’re still you. You’re always you.
I love you, my makeup wearer.
(Not him. It was never love with him. Only deluded infatuation).
Now I know what real love is.
I’m older and wiser for a reason.
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