I’d add, ‘I see you’.
Suddenly you talk to me for days because you want something. You try to ‘make a connection’? You’ve known me for years but you choose now? You think being ‘nice’ now after years of closing your eyes to all the damage that’s been done around you will work?
I see you – and I feel sad for you because your game isn’t working, I’m just doing my job.
Allowing this connection to happen is just me doing my job. Nothing more. What I do has always be available to you. I see you. I know you.
Beyond the civility, I despise you. I see you and I despise you. I know what it costs a man like you to be seen talking to something like me.
I live with that.
Every day.
I walk away with my dignity, and you walk away with your shame. You get what you came for and I give you what you want but nothing changes. You don’t change. It says a lot about you if you think that this transparent manipulation is a win. You made shallow and expedient choices all those years ago and now they’re coming home to roost. And you ain’t going nowhere.
Nowhere.
Nowhere.
And when you wake up and realise that you’re the one whose lack of foresight and courage has cost the one you love their hopes and dreams, you’ll feel like shit for the rest of your life. I’m sad for you. They deserved better. It was there for them, but you fucked it up. I see you, but do you see you?
Such a cost, eh.
Such a cost.
dykiegirl 