My ex is dating my best friend from college.

PORSHA. PORSHA. PORSHA.

The worst is undoubtedly upon us.

But let us be clear, HE IS MINE.

I’m beginning to think that up under all my protest is really the inner child in me screaming, SHE CAN’T REPLACE ME!

And I, well I am the one to whom not even time can replace, that’s far more gratifying for my ego than the idea that someone else is good for him.

My brain is telling me “he is replacing you, don’t let him. He won’t be there for you anymore, DEATH IS UPON US.”

But that bitch won’t be getting a thank-you from me, ok, but *whispers* I am grateful.

These feelings are mine and mine alone, to accept, process, and understand.

Also, damn bitch, was there nobody else?

*side eye*

29 yrs. a black + woman. 9 yrs. a mom Lifetimes a god.

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