So this Spring Break was the first time my ex and I saw each other after our breakup. We met up and decided to take a walk down to the park. I was a bit wary of her, not touching, making small talk and looking around. We sat down on some grass and kind of, I don't know, settled. I snaked my hand along the ground to rest between us, palm up, inviting. She reached out and took it, and began to cry. For me, it was an absolutely terrible moment, the kind of suffering that there is no value in and nothing to learn from.
watching my ex cry at our situation, feeling sad and powerless and just plain shitty:
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