The Learning Curve

You’re my job;
You’re my beloved;
my boss;
my family;
A friend.
Or any recurring fucked up situation.

You hurt me, I hurt you back.
You know, like tit for tat and all that.
Into perpetuity.

You hurt me I walk away. Immediately.
No harm, no foul. You’re an idiot and I’m not going to stick around for a second helping.

See that thing on my shoulder? HUGE chip.
Note to self: Look into “Chip Removal”.

You hurt me, I thank you…and kiss you on the mouth.
Well, that’s figuratively speaking…and not right away.
If I got that close to you, I’d probably bite your lip—hard. I’d want to draw blood.

Back to the drawing board. Back to number one.

No, I’d thank you, but from a safe distance.
Why would I do something so asinine?

Because you showed me who you are.
You saved me from one more minute of anguish.
You stopped lying and pretending and shined the bright light of truth.
Everything became crystal clear.
And it hurt.
Like a fucking knife in the gut, it hurt.

Finally.
Clarity.
It’s not you.
Got it.
Moving on.

Thank you.

Carry on,
Xox