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You looked me dead in my eyes with the confidence of someone who had negotiated an exemption with biology. Now there are two lines on that test, and suddenly you need answers, space, a meeting, and somebody to blame. Baby, you were not whispering concerns when we were making terrible decisions. You were speaking in bold print. Now the consequences showed up, and you want the transcript sealed. Talking about, “How did this happen?” The same way a shopping cart gets expensive when you keep adding things and refuse to check the total. We were both standing at the register acting rich in common sense while our accounts were overdrawn. You cannot spend the whole evening approving the plot and wake up offended that the story has a sequel. The writers followed the material. Neither one of us deserves an Oscar for this surprised performance. And don’t look at me like I arrived with a secret agenda. I was right there being stupid with you. I’m not innocent; I’m just not about to act like the evidence fell out of the sky. We were two grown people treating “we’ll figure it out” like a financial plan. That’s not romance, that’s a committee with no budget and two members who should’ve had their voting privileges suspended. Last week you were fearless. This week you’re staring at a calendar like it owes you an apology. You had all that confidence for the moment and not one spare teaspoon for the aftermath. Even your group chat switched departments. Yesterday they were hyping you up; today everybody suddenly works in crisis management. Funny how the same friends who said “live your life” get real quiet when life asks for an emergency contact. Now I’m hearing, “You should’ve known better.” Absolutely. Put my name alongside yours on the attendance sheet. But don’t rewrite this as a documentary about one villain and one woman who accidentally wandered into the scene. We both knew the stove was on. We both ignored the heat. I’m willing to own my foolishness, but I will not wear yours just because you found a sad song that makes your version sound convincing. You wanted spontaneity with a cancellation policy. A wild night with customer support. Decisions that only count if you like the outcome. Unfortunately, reality does not accept “I was in my feelings” as a coupon code. You can’t call the universe, ask for a supervisor, and say the consequences don’t match the aesthetic you had in mind. There is no setting that changes responsibility to airplane mode. And before anyone gets dramatic, being scared is allowed. Acting like I forged your signature on our stupidity is where the conversation gets funny. We can both be nervous without one of us auditioning for sainthood. I’ll show up for what needs handling. I just won’t clap for the revisionist history while I’m doing it. Because the loudest person saying “I can’t believe this” was very believable when she said she wasn’t worried. Next time, let’s bring the same energy to thinking that we brought to not thinking. #onthisday #toxicityreign #imjustbeinghonest #toxic #CityTasteTest

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