Me - "You going to the game tonight?"
Him - "Going to spend time with my NAME"
I spent 5 minutes just staring at his reply, anally focused the 'my.' Not once since I've known him he's referred to her as 'his,' 'my' so wtf the corner of my eyes get teary and I feel suicidal. But then ok, they haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks, makes sense. I'm not bothered by the time spent together, or am I, as much as I am by the 'my' by the personal, possessive pronoun that makes me feel as though the life is sucked out of me and all I can do is curl up and cry.
Ok, so I'm melodramatic, but I'm in the depths of the lows of lows. I hope to get back to my highs of highs soon.
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