Epiphany

I fucked things up pretty good this time, folks.

List of grievances filed against me in Sapphic Southern Belle v. Bruh:

1. Owning a cellular device containing text messages of a flirtatious manner sent to persons other than the plaintiff, including but not limited to requests for naked pictures of the aforesaid persons.

2. Staying out all night.

3. Blatantly lying about whereabouts whilst actually having dinner with another lesbian.

4. General bitchiness.

5. Gratuitous sexual intercourse with multiple partners during the entire duration of the plaintiff's and defendant's six month relationship.


I'll own up to all but 5. I haven't been fucking anyone while officially with Bruh. However, I can't blame her for not trusting me at this point, so I'm not even going to try to convince her that it isn't true. She's so adamant about it. She says we can't begin to deal with everything that has happened and move on from it until I've been completely upfront. Well, here's a newsflash, Bruh: I HAVE BEEN. I'm not going to make up some false infidelities to reassure her that she's right. She's never going to believe me, and I can't change that.

This relationship has taught me more than I ever thought possible. Right now I feel emotionally and mentally exhausted. The next girl that comes along, I'm going to take it slow and be completely upfront with her. It's funny to me to think that I'm not even going to try to play in the future. It's also funny to me that I'm not going to be dating anyone for a very long time. See, I don't even know anyone right now that I would be interested in dating, and even if I met someone amazing this week, I'd still want to get to know them pretty intensely before I would even consider another girlfriend. So the earliest I'd be in a relationship (and I do mean the earliest) is around October.

Biggest lesson I learned from Bruh:
You can't treat the ones you care about the way you treat the ones you don't care about, because you will lose them, and you will definitely care about that. And it will hurt like a bitch.

This marks a turning point in my life. I believe it is time for me to take a bow, because the main player has left the stage. There's a younger, less mature, and more generously endowed lesbian on the scene who coincidentally has my same given name as well as my former problems with commitment. We'll call her Betch. I think it's clear to me that I no longer have the problems I was once plagued with. She can take over where I left off.

The one and only,
The lovely and confused,
The wounded but still proud,

The Sapphic Southern Belle.