It’s been three weeks since you ended it and I’m just so mad and sad and crazy about our break-up. I don’t know why because I never actually felt like we were going anywhere. That you wanted us to go anywhere. We were just coasting along and you got what you wanted out of it. But in all the time we were together you never once wanted me to meet your family or your kids. THey knew about me, but you never deemed me special enough to meet them. Or maybe you always knew you’d dump me and just didn’t want the complications if I had have met them. That realisation hurts more than actually being dumped.
I’m sending this to you because I think you need to realise that how you treat people matters. You probably won’t give a shit now but one day maybe you will. Maybe you’ll be put through the pain that you’ve put me through, and then you might finally get it. Have a nice life shithead.