It’s Christmas.

My first without you.

I try to act happy, but I can’t.

I want you back with every once in my body!

I want to go running back,

But I can’t.

You made your choice.

Her.

Lying, stealing and drug using woman.

You chose that over me.

Now here I am in the old bedroom of my boyfriends crying.

They probably think I’m messed up in the head.

But there you are with her and her children laughing enjoying christmas.

All while I lay here.

Misserable.