We broke up a few months ago. End of July. It’s what she wanted, not what I wanted. I’m almost certain she cheated because she was acting so strangely the last few weeks and the longer I live with it and think about it, I think maybe she was just feeling guilty. I broke contact a few times since then, just texts, of course drunkenly professing my undying love like a fuckin idiot. The last time had no response. The hard part is I just have no earthly idea what happened and I keep fantasizing this idea of getting her to admit she cheated so I can say something witty and mean and walk away and tell her I just needed to know this is who she is so I can move on. But I know it’s a terrible idea. I also want to look at her Instagram but I did it like five weeks ago and it legit sent me into a spiral. But it’s like, I feel like I need to know so I can have closure. But I feel like I also know it won’t help.

Fuck man. This sucks. I think the guy from the diner in Old School had it right…

“Love… she is a motherfucker, huh?”