it's Friday, trash goes out.

a break-up is one of the hardest things to overcome when you're in love. i can't even equal a break-up to death, a break-up is harder. hard to believe, right? well, that's my thoughts.
especially when you put so much time, effort, love and money into this "creation" it becomes like your child, apart of you.
now, that day has come, where the loves faded to a dim light. talking through problems becomes yelling through problems to not fixing them, at all. negative emotion build and neither can take it, anymore.
as a girl, i did my cry-outs, my down days and now I feel I have nothing to cry about it. it's his loss! not only will he FOREVER remember me, but time and time again when that light faded, he brightened it by going away and coming back and reminding himself, i am the BEST HE EVA HAD. but for me, this time, I AM putting the trash out. not trying to be disrespectful or anything, it's just my metaphor. i am happily content in where i am right now. not because, i know trash is recycled and you're bringing it back in your house in the form of a piece of paper or a plastic bottle to be used all over again. but because this time, i don't want no parts of this recycling business and i want fresh parts! i deserve to pay that extra $5-$10 to get the greatest shit, why not?
i did all that i could for this relationship, i bent over backwards, forwards and to the side as far as i can and without recognition. i am a strong woman, i am a fine woman, and i do not need the likes of a man who has a golden egg who will bring him golden chickadees to treat her like a rotten egg and throw her wherever he is not. most times, i usually don't care for breakups. so far, it's only been two that took me a while to get over.
so today is Friday, and around my way. Trash Goes Out. ; i'll be setting my bags there and walking away ... for good.