God where do I begin. You’ve been the one constant in my life, the only person I thought I could ever consider to be my ‘soul mate’. You’ve been my best friend for the past 10 years, and the man I’ve measured everyone else against. For so many years you stringed me along, sleeping with me but still unable to call me your girlfriend (you actually slept with me one morning, and a different girl that night. Should have been my first clue), and then finally it was like a light went on in your head and we’ve been properly together, living with one another, for the past 4 years.
We have had some amazing times! You are the one person I’ve shared everything with for so long. We’ve made each other supremely happy, and at times, incredibly sad. I have never given up on us, always persevering, always continuing on even when I didn’t know if that was the right thing to do. And that’s because I loved you, I knew we weren’t perfect, and I was in this for the long haul. I was there for you right in the beginning when your father passed away, I was there for you when you graduated uni and your admission as a lawyer, I have always been there for you. You’ve been there for me too, or so I thought, promising to support me more recently as I finish my degree.
I thought you were going to propose soon, I knew mates were giving you advice about where to find a ring. You told me I was the only girl for you, and you wanted to be with me for the rest of your life…. A few days later you broke up with me. A week before my birthday. You said you’d been unhappy for months and ‘couldnt do it anymore’. Since then you’ve been out every night. Thanks to Facebook I get to see every check in with every girl who ever glanced your way while we were together. Not only have you made me feel like a fool, you act like I never mattered to you in the first place, and life without me is so much better. What to speak of the fact that now I have no money, no job, no house, and I’m still trying to finish my uni placement without any support. I’ve given you everything. And just like that, you go on your merry way and turn into someone I don’t know, definitely not the person I’ve admired and respected for the past 10 years.
So go ahead. Go out, hook up, do whatever you need to do. Because for once, I’m going to try and focus on me. I’m going to continue the exercise and clean eating and get really thin and hot again. You are not worth my time or energy. And when you’re fat(ter) and your man boobs get even saggier and you realise you aren’t God’s gift to women, and there may only be a small moment when everything is quiet and you’re alone, I hope you’re miserable, as you remember that not long ago you actually had a great life with a great girl who loved you with all her heart. Never. Ever. Again.