Sometimes, even though you think you don’t care about someone anymore, the littlest things can still cut you to the bone. Like seeing a status update they’ve “Officially become a D.C. resident.”
This is the same person who broke up with you – out of the fucking blue – because you had at some point said you were comfortable now that you’d finally moved to D.C., and weren’t planning on moving anywhere anytime soon. And certainly not moving across the country.
Because you didn’t want to move to San Francisco at some vague, undefined point in the future, you were told you didn’t have a future with a person you loved.
There are a couple of words for this: Liar jumps immediately to mind, but you already knew that. Coward as well, because they lacked the courage to tell you they’d found someone else and were trading you in.
As far as you’ve come since you’ve been alone, and as much as you think they’ve done all the hurting possible, you find out they still have the ability to make your heart beat a little harder and your breath a little shorter.
Somehow, the lies hurt all the more and all the longer when they come from someone you loved.