Holy shit am I mad right now.
Or I was mad, thirty minutes ago. Now I’m hammering this out on my phone in the gym in-between sets of squats.
My ex got into fucking medicine.
My ex, who cried over the phone when she was failing high-school physics. Whose sense of humor was so painfully mundane I died a little bit more inside every time she didn’t get one of my jokes. Whose most insightful comment into any interpersonal problem was ‘everything happens for a reason’.
She is now studying Bachelor of motherfucking Medicine, Bachelor of motherfucking Surgery.