The terrible way you treated me isn’t the reason why I have typed this letter. I am glad we did not have an official relationship and avoided ending up with such a low life. The reason I am typing this is because of the impact you have had on my health.
You gave me, someone who already has a fatal illness, glandular fever. I ended up in hospital for 2 weeks severely ill. You never once checked to see how I was and see what you had done to my body. There I was on oxygen 24/7, being pumped full of intravenous antibiotics, having continuous fevers, affected by tremendous fatigue, unable to walk more than a few metres or eat and battling a severe bowel infection caught from the hospital that still affects me to this day, while you were on your merry way having sex with anything that moved.
The glandular fever left me with such poor lung function and a low weight, I now have to be listed for a double lung transplant. I was stable with my health until you got me sick. I hate you for what you have done to me. You have no idea the impact on my life and independence this has had. To be honest, you are such a dickwad I don’t think you would give a damn anyway.
I hope that once I have my transplant I will have enough strength to help others in some way and live a good life, one much better than your dishonest and selfish existence.