I got off my flight in Atlanta and texted my semi ex to come pick me up. We had been together for six years before I semi ended things and moved up north. He refused to take life as seriously as I did and it wasn’t his fault. I used the semi because I rarely truly close a chapter. I usually leave a hope, a possibility, a kindle before I am never seen again.<\/p>\n
Well this time I was seen again. He pulled up in a black Toyota Avalon. The inside was nicer than my car. I was not jealous but the feeling you get when you think someone is undeserving.<\/p>\n
I ignored my lesser emotions and decided to catch up. We spoke of random updates regarding work and school.<\/p>\n
We soon arrived at our former shared abode, an apartment with both our names on the lease. I was only going to spend a night there and so I did. We began our evening drinking but it wasn’t long before his bastard cat split my lip. I was due for New York in less than twenty-four hours and blood wouldn’t stop gushing from my face. So to say I was feeling upset was an understatement. Soon as I learned to stop moving my lips the bleeding stopped and the wound didn’t seem so bad.<\/p>\n
We had sex. The next day he brought up me cutting myself in the past as a random comment during a conversation as a joke. He cried in bed for an hour when I asked why he would say that. I went on my way to catch up with some other friends at a local bar before I left the next morning.<\/p>\n
They hadn’t seen each other or hung out really as a group since I left. Did I feel good hearing I was needed for something, that I had use? I drank and went to bed next to my semi ex. We held each other. He drove me to the airport in the morning where I was to meet my friend and her boyfriend and his brother for our trip to New York.<\/p>\n
She was an old friend from high school. She hated my ex and loved me. I was told the rules of this trio is I cannot initiate anything. I was okay with her being in charge.<\/p>\n
She took a kiss around a corner here and there. We held each other when no one was around. She yelled at him at the subway and I never wanted to be hated so bad.<\/p>\n
She coaxed her boyfriend to accept me. He pitied me. I hated myself till I understood he’s no different than me. She didn’t feel well the next morning after his disobedience and me and him spent half a day walking a museum together. We looked at different sections but the one I know we remembered most was those of indigenous people. The African section was richer than I thought it would be and I was fulfilled. My ex was white. I was not. My friend was Native American and Colombian. Her boyfriend was of South American indigenous descent as well.<\/p>\n
I saw them huddled at the section for South American indigenous people and heard them speak in Spanish while holding hands. I saw the glint in their eyes of attention that mine had and wanted to share something, anything with them.<\/p>\n
That would not happen. She loved me. He did not.<\/p>\n
I cried when I got home after my solo flight back to Detroit. I texted her how proud I am of her and sent my semi ex a meme about femboys. I wasn’t sad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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