Two years. I’ve been waiting and trying for two years. I’m done waiting and trying. Told WW as much last week. Fought about it during MC. Finally I left for the weekend. Needed time to think. Made up my mind that there is no more hope. Sure of my decision. Except we had MC again this week. And WW had a come to Jesus moment. All the shit I’ve been asking for clicked. She understood. She’s trying. She doing the work. And I don’t care.

Two years I’ve asked her to take this seriously and try and fight for this. Except she couldn’t until I walked away. Why now am I worth fighting for? Why wasn’t I when you sexted him. Why wasn’t I when you drove to his house every time you slept with him? Why wasn’t I enough when after you said you’d go NC you still reached out? Why wasn’t I enough to fight for, to help heal, to have a minuscule amount of respect for?

I’m finally getting everything I’ve asked from her for the last two years. I should be elated. Why do I not care? Day late and a dollar short? What is wrong with me? Sorry. Just needed an outlet. Have a good weekend good people of the shittiest club we never wanted to be in.