Maybe I should have.
But my lovely and oh-so-loyal husband convinced me that he loved me without it… only for him to jump into bed with someone who has layers of it on.
This is the reason why women have self-esteem issues.
This is the reason why women are always chasing their youth when they shouldn’t be, when they should be enjoying their golden years.
Men will be the same ones to shame women for trying to be young or act young or look young… but then they’ll be the same ones who shame women for not looking young enough.
It's like us women can't ever get anything right.
The same guys that will tell you they like when you’re a good girl and they don't like or respect women who are whores and put themselves out there sexually… will be the very same ones who end up leaving the so-called good girls and cheating on them with these supposed whores.
Then when the good girls decide to compete, figuring that the only way they're going to keep their men is to act like the whores, the men get all bitter and say bitches ain't shit, when they're the ones that created the very monsters they're complaining about.
It's exhausting.
Even thinking about it is exhausting.
Lincoln was supposed to be different.
Especially since we have so much history together.
But he just proved that he's not.
I'm still mourning him.
I'm mourning the years I can never get back because I wasted them on a relationship that went nowhere.
And now I'm here on my birthday crying on a freshly cleaned toilet seat that plenty of strangers have put their ass on, because I’m still hurting over a man I was married to who's now out there living large with the bitch he left me for.
Why must humans go through this kind of pain?
What is the point?
Why?
But it's all good.
“Get it together Gabby,” I say as I sniffle and stop crying, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes to center myself.
Lincoln is just a man.
He's just some other stranger.
He's no different than all the other men out there, and I'm going to treat him as such.
Even when he tries to pull that shit, trying to get me to reminisce, to prove that I still know him, I'm going to do it with a professional smile and zero emotion.
After that, he and hiswork wifecan kick rocks.
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Chapter 29
Sarah's POV
It's like the worst luck today. We're supposed to be celebrating. It's supposed to be a time of fun. I know today is her birthday, something that I did forget but was forced to remember anytime Lincoln mentioned the same old same old.
