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I said “I know you don’t love me”
You said “I do love you.”
I was trying to give you an out.
You said you didn’t have to say I love you because I should have known by your actions.
You said you loved me only once.
You never said you loved me. You never said you loved her.
You said “I enjoy being single, I don’t have time for a girlfriend”
Then showed up with another girl.
After two years together and I told you I no longer wanted to see you and you just said “OK.”
You told me I was being paranoid by thinking you liked someone else, and then dumped me for her.
You held my hand in public, you put your arm around me during movies, you told me that you never wanted me to leave, you called me yours, you said that I fit better than anyone and then said that I misinterpreted you.
You call her stupid and lazy and worthless. And so do I. You call me a child.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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