5 stages

reading back on it, i recounted something i'd completely forgotten about:

that time at dinner, where you said, "well, we had a good run." jokingly? somehow, you put my mind at ease about it a few days later, but--

we had a good run?

we had a good run?

you are the worst kind of moronic asshole, and i wouldn't have anything to do with you if you were the last boy on earth.

how fucking dare you even think about saying that to someone while you're dating them. not while you're breaking up with them-- WHILE YOU'RE DATING THEM. i'm literally sitting here, incredulous.

aaaand WOW, with that, went pretty much the last shred of any sort of sympathy or longing i had for you. you deserve everything that comes to you, you son of a bitch.