Does the above meme look familiar? This week, I saw it quite a few times in different variations. It reads, “Just because we didn’t work out, doesn’t mean I stopped rooting for you.”
That is so inspiring. Do you feel like that? I don’t. If someone hurt me or broke my heart, FUCK THEM.
And yes, I’ve said those words before. I was lying. When I said them to a person that hurt me, I lied to their face. I was trying to be the bigger person. Bitches.
Now, am I specifically praying an ex-girlfriend steps on a crack and breaks her momma’s back? No. But did I wake up this morning and pray they were happy, successful, and in a thriving relationship with someone that is not me? Hell no.
I woke up and thanked God for another day of life without them. If I woke up hungover, I thanked God for giving me the strength not to drunk text them.
Society is becoming so inspirational. People want to lift each other up and forgive and not wallow in misery. Yes, we live in a world filled with despair, rapists, murderers and pedophiles, but lets not be bitter about it. Lets be HAPPY. All the time. Why make room for other valid emotions like hurt, pain, betrayal and disloyalty when we can just give the perpetrators a hug?
That’s a load of crap. I refuse to prescribe to it. My pain is valid and only I determine when I will get over it. If I ever do. And should I forgive anyone, it won’t be for them, it will be for me. I don’t owe you prayers for happiness. You hurt me. Go pray for your damnself.
So here’s the thing: If you lost your job recently, I only emphasized after I took a very strong ten minutes to gloat over your misery. If you’ve recently lost someone you love, I took a small moment to send up a prayer, then I stopped caring. My mom died a few years ago. Welcome to the fucking thunder!
I do not wish you bad. I do not wish you well. I do not wish anything about you. I’M ROOTING FOR ME. Sucka!
But good luck in life though. You will need it because I was the best thing that ever happened to your ungrateful ass.
Editor’s note: Keep me in prayer folks. I’m a work in progress. God knows my heart. I’m paying my therapist to help me fix it.