A Fantastic Lie

Everyone knows how this feels. Slew of arrows aimed at the back, right through the ribs.
So, you didn’t just meet her two weeks ago. So it has been on for a while. And so you decided to tell me a fantastic lie right before you announced marriage.

That’s fine. Because for six of the best years of my life, I was under your thumb struggling to breathe, to come of age, to become my own person.
Now, for the rest of your life, you will be under her thumb.
The dramatic production that is your life will continue while I am reminded to be thankful, every day, that I left you.