No immigrant has taken your job. You were laid off by a capitalist who required cheap labor and took advantage of that immigrant to increase his profits, and nothing makes him happier than to hear you blame the immigrant and not him.
8 years ago, a wrong number texted me and we just played along. We met up to grab a drink and fell in love. After dating for 2 years, we moved in together. One day, I came home to a beautiful bouquet of flowers and him on the bed fucking my Pilates instructor. This isn't us.
this chapter of my life is called “why do i insist on over communicating & trying to find a deeper reason for their behavior so i can understand them more when i should just focus on the fact that their behavior is not aligning with what i need right now so i can move along”.
The main character moment I had as I walked down a hill coming from the gym playing "Good Morning Baltimore"....someone on this app is bound to understand