At my age, one would think I’ve heard them all. Sure, I’ve mostly read about them, saw them on TV or heard them second-hand from friends. Bad break-up lines. You know, the Ross Gellar “we were on a break” or George Costanza’s “it’s not you, it’s me.” I have always rolled my eyes and wondered who actually hides behind such lame lines and found out my estranged husband has delivered the worst one yet: “we are not right for each other.”
Had we been a casual couple of about six months, that line may have flown. You don’t say that to the woman you married and spent a decade with. The one who forgave you for your affair among so many other transgressions. Bailing out was a cowardly move, namely as he did it and especially as it took him eight months to deliver the weak reason behind his thinking. The rest of his talk consisted of recycled lines whoever he’s discussed us with has fed him. At least my friends have to good grace to say he’s an asshole.
While the situation was bad, I did all I could to save my marriage. I was faithful and true and loved him. Isn’t that enough? I was tossed aside once he was done with me. It’s a little bit difficult to not be cut up about it. I may sound like I fell hard-done-by, but I am. Those of you who know me will know this to be true. I have been dealt a very crappy hand that lasted ten years. I don’t want it back, but it kills it was that easy for him to throw me away when I put so much into it.
He will never see. It’s like asking a colour-blind person to give me a Pantone scale.