Ooops! I thought we were “Team Awesome.”
Ooops! I thought we were best friends.
Ooops! I thought you’d be the last person on this godforsaken earth
who would draw the line between what’s yours and mine.
I hit a fucking deer, and totaled my car.
Sorry, I mean your other car.
So fucking sorry.
But yes, I’m okay.
If that even fucking matters.
“Don’t cry. This isn’t my fault!”
As if I’m supposed to accept the
spitting from your mouth—
so what that I was driving after dark?!
I wasn’t aware I had a fucking curfew.
I had an accident, and you want to blame it on the hour.
You want to blame it on me.
That’s just fucking fine.
I know now that I’m not allowed to be out after dark. In your other fucking car.
Be pissed at me all you want.
Just keep in mind that you’re not my ex-husband, and
I’m not the same woman I was when I was married to my ex-husband—
I don’t fuck around anymore. I know what I’m all about. And
I will fucking burn you if you insist on holding onto shit that was/is out
of my control.
I hit a deer, for fuck’s sake.
I gave you a free pass tonight because we have literally (yes, literally) never fought before over anything, ever. But, the way you spoke to me tonight reminded me of my ex-husband. And the tone of your voice made me afraid; the tone of your voice put me into defensive mode. I’m so fucking sad that you, of all people, made me feel anxious.
I can forgive you. But only this once.
Because I am a WARRIOR. And I can find my way with, or without you.
Never think for a minute that I depend on you.