Erasure

I read this a couple of days ago and then found out that this weekend my ex took his new girlfriend to the company Christmas party that I attended for 15 years. I am having so many feelings about it. I wish I could take this into my heart. I wish I didn't feel erased. 

It's not like I even enjoyed that fucking party. Everybody would get completely plastered, including my ex. They told the same fucking stories every year. It wasn't even fun. But it was part of my life and I was part of it.