When we first met, I thought you were a creepy, socially inept asshole. Six years and a broken heart later, I learned to trust my first impression. There’s nothing special about a guy so afraid to try in life, he’s still living with his mother when he’s almost 30 and has never held a job to date. You began to resent me when I started to grow up. You dropped out of high school and were disappointed when I graduated. You never even congratulated me when I got my degree. Instead, you said I was too busy studying and that was your excuse for fucking someone else.
You said I thought I was better than you. Well honestly, I did not. If you were to ask me now though, you’d get a resounding “yes, I am!” You are a parasite, leeching on fellow no-hopers to make yourself feel better about having no ambition or direction in life. I am not sorry for pursuing an education and a career, and I am no longer sorry I lost you. You are, and will always be, deadweight.
The guy who replaced you made me realize exactly what I was missing in a relationship. He’s intelligent, funny, absolutely gorgeous, caring and so thoughtful. He also has about three inches on you where it counts. Have fun preying on teenagers and bored housewives. You’re the biggest mistake any girl could make. So glad we fell out of contact.
Yours never again,