You’re the bomb and you blew up on me

by Ashelia. 1 Comment

As hard as it is to be the person who stays, it’s also hard to be the person who leaves.

It’s hard to be the estranged daughter. The ex-girlfriend. The former boss. The old classmate. The long lost best friend.

So it would be truly nice, a real kindness, if people could remember that for one minute out of every day. While you’re wallowing in self-pity and vacuous hatred, all I ask is put on a pair of my shoes. Today they are maroon Converses without laces, worn pretty well, with scuffs on the side. They are not the shoes of a murderous person who wants your life to suck and all your efforts to fail. They are just the shoes of a person who made a choice–and unfortunately for whatever reason you were not in it. They are the shoes of someone who is tired of being vilified by people she’s moved on from.

One Response to You’re the bomb and you blew up on me

  1. Ken says:

    I exclusively wear Moon Shoes so whenever there’s trouble, I can just defy gravity out the door. Unfortunately, anyone else who tries them on is guaranteed to faceplant immediately.

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