You cried poor,
but spent rich on laughter.
Broke with me,
yet bought joy with friends.
Shame is yours,
not mine —
I was love,
you were excuse.
Shame? Nah, Just Beer
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I've been the love in this and god, the specific kind of broke when it's someone choosing elsewhere. Hurts so different.
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Was the drinking part literally beer nights, or more like... wherever the fun actually was?
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Sounds like you knew from the start which way the imbalance ran, and just let yourself believe differently for a while.
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The shift from "broke with me" to "you were excuse." You weren't wrong.
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That gap between being broke with someone, then showing up fully for others. That's where it all is.