Bitter amusement

Sometimes being proved right is…painful? Painful doesn’t quite cover it. There’s a bitter amusement to realising that. A vicious humour in realising that for months you had been right all along. I told you what ploys you were using me, and for all that time you denied it, protested you were not that kind of person. But you are, and I was right, and it’s more poison than medicine, shattering than strengthening, and you have no right to protest, not now you’ve gone and reinforced my convictions, not only that, but redefined them on a whole new level.It’s taken this long for the hurt to be fully realised, for the illusion to break, for the anger the be undeniable, the resentment to set in.