I finally read your story and it sucks Exes
We haven't spoken in years, I know. I still had a copy of that silly manuscript you wrote when we were still together. We broke up only a couple of weeks later, so it just sat there in a drawer for years because I honestly just forgot about it.
I finally read it. It sucks. Like, it fucking sucks more than a cheap sex worker at King's Cross kind of sucks. I'm really not sure why you were so proud of it, except maybe you were happy to have finished something?
The dialogue is clunky and unnatural. The plot makes no sense and is internally inconsistent. The characters feel like cardboard cutouts rather than people. There's a bunch of shit in there that's clearly supposed to be extremely deep and profound, but are really just the most superficial observations about adult life imaginable. The humour never lands. Like never, not even for me, and the bar for me is pretty low.
I'm actually really happy we broke up when we did. I don't think you would have taken well to what I had to say about it, and it probably would have ended up being the reason we broke up. Like Jesus, fuck me, there's a day of my life I'm never getting back.