I'm Done

In my heart of hearts, I never wanted to believe what a really good friend told me:  "You're probably not the only one he's doing this too."   Why is it when gals fall in love (or what they think is love), they're blinded to truths?

It happened off and on over time, unexplainable txt messages, out of context conversations, things that don't apply.  And I overlooked it, pretended it didn't happen.  And even when I learn he's a married asshole, my mind wanted to make excuses.

After knowing how tired I am, an hour later, I get a text "I mean now!"


I'm done.

 Just like The Band Perry sings:

Mama always told me that I should play nice
She didn't know you when she gave me that advice
I'm through, with you
You're one bridge I'd like to burn
Bottle up the ashes, smash the urn
I'm through with you, la ti da
I don't wanna be your just for fun,
Don't wanna be under your thumb
All I wanna be is…done