I should have broken up with you a year ago. But better late than never. Thank God you aren’t a part of my life anymore, dragging me down. I am happy and free.
When you lied to me, I should have ended it then. But I was too scared of being without you. When you lied to me so many times after that, you thought they were minor issues, things I didn’t need to know. But I found out. I stayed with you, hoping you would get your life together. I remained honest with you, until the end. Once I stopped being honest with you, it didn’t matter anymore because we were already finished by then.
I’m happy now, even more so, with someone who is not like you.