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Let It Go, Michelle
Omg, Michelle, let it go. Seriously. It’s been a whole year. A year! And you’re still talking about David like he was the love of your life, like he was some kind of once-in-a-lifetime soul-shattering romance. Girl, please. You didn’t even like nothing about him! You used to sit up on the phone with me complaining about him, rolling your eyes every time he spoke, finding something to criticize every time he so much as breathed wrong.
Now look at you. Still mad. Still bitter. Still pressed.
For what?
You’re supposed to be sitting up unbothered, glowing, thriving, living your best life. But instead, every time his name comes up, your face gets tight, your mood shifts, and suddenly we all gotta hear the same tired story about how he did you wrong. Michelle, we know. We have heard it all—multiple times, actually.
How he never planned dates. How he was always late. How he never listened. How he dressed like a middle schooler who lost his luggage at the airport. How he chewed too loud, how his jokes weren’t funny, how his music taste was trash.
You had a whole PowerPoint presentation about why he wasn’t the one. So why are you still giving him so much energy?
You’re not hurt, Michelle. You’re mad.
And I get it. I really do. It’s not even about David, is it? It’s about the fact that he moved on like you were just a chapter, while you still feel stuck in the same paragraph, rereading the same sentence, underlining the same words over and over like the meaning might change if you just stare at it long enough.
But it won’t.
It happened. He left. You stayed. And now, you’re still standing in the same emotional space like you’re waiting for some kind of justice that isn’t coming. Like the universe is gonna tap you on the shoulder and say, Hey girl, you were right. He wasn’t all that. Here’s a trophy for all your suffering.
That’s not how it works, babe.
Meanwhile, David? He’s not thinking about you. And that’s not me trying to be mean, it’s just the truth. You think he’s at home losing sleep? Tossing and turning over all the ways he didn’t measure up? Wondering if you’re still mad?
No, Michelle. He’s out here living, probably wearing another terrible outfit and playing some awful music, but living nonetheless.
And you should be, too.
But instead, you’re still watching his Instagram stories like an unpaid private investigator. Still checking to see if he likes someone’s post. Still “accidentally” bringing him up in conversations. And girl, let’s talk about that real quick—why is it that no matter what we’re talking about, you find a way to loop it back to David?
We could be talking about brunch, and here you go:
“Ugh, I remember David never took me anywhere nice. Just Applebee’s.”
We could be talking about work:
“David never understood how hard I worked. He was so lazy.”
We could be talking about Beyoncé’s tour and somehow, some way, you’ll manage to sigh dramatically and say,
“David never appreciated good music.”
Michelle. Please.
Do you hear yourself?
Do you see what you’re doing?
I love you, I really do, but I need you to wake up. Because this is not about David. This is about you. This is about the fact that you don’t know how to close this chapter and actually move forward. You want to be unbothered, but you won’t let yourself be.
Because deep down, I think you like having this as your narrative. I think you like being the one who was “wronged” because it gives you something to hold on to. It gives you an excuse to stay in this place, to not have to try again, to not have to risk anything new.
It’s safer to stay angry than to be vulnerable again.
But that’s not serving you anymore. It’s keeping you in the past, stuck in a place you claim you don’t want to be. And that’s a choice, Michelle. Every day you wake up and decide to keep reliving this instead of letting it be what it is: a closed book.
And I know you, girl. I know how amazing you are when you’re not caught up in this. You are smart, funny, beautiful, kind—so much more than this bitterness you’re carrying around like an accessory.
So why are you wasting your energy on a man you didn’t even like like that?
Let it go.
Not for him, but for you.
You deserve to be free from this. You deserve to be happy. And you can’t do that if you’re still walking around mad over something that’s already done.
So, I need you to do something for me. Next time you feel yourself about to bring up David, stop. Just stop. Ask yourself, Is this conversation really about him, or is this about me still holding onto something I need to release?
And if it’s the latter?
Let. It. Go.
Because, girl, we are tired. And more importantly—you should be, too.
