Feelings of yesterday

How does it feel now?
I was at your wedding you know, the first time he tore my heart out. Thinking about that night still makes me sick. I knew it was wrong, all wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe the truth of my life- not for years. You laugh, you and the rest of everyone who said I should know better. At 19, my virginal heart should have known better according to you.

So how does it feel?
It hurts, sure. You thought you built a future, and when you realized you were the only one with bricks and cement it was too late. I know how it goes, you spent moths thinking

“But it couldn’t happen to me!”
Oh but darling, it can.

The embarrassment it will fade, as you settle into your new place in society. You will define yourself on your own terms, because unlike the others (the ones you tortured) it couldn’t be YOUR fault, could it??

But here’s the secret, darling:
I’ve known since the very beginning. But why listen to me? I dated a whore, my woes is inherently flawed. I hope you enjoy the heartbreak, darling.
I did.