Dear Tiffany,

I’m writing this letter as part of my recovery process. You’ll never receive this letter, read it, or know if it’s existence… this letter is for me.

Five and a half years ago I never thought I’d meet someone that I thought I would want to marry… and then I met you. You were beautiful, smart, driven; the world was your oyster. We hit it off immediately when we first locked eyes and after the first date we were inseparable. What started off as a fling ended up becoming a long distance relationship the first year. I wanted to wow you so I took you to Hawaii. Everything that you ever wanted I tried my best to accommodate, even if I didn’t have the money or the means.

When your father was diagnosed with cancer I was there for you and your family with my presence, my love, and my support. It was the first time that your family ever really appreciated me for who I was and the love and the dedication that I had for you.

When you decided you wanted to pursue optometry school your true selfishness came out. Our relationship had little to do with me and you were only concerned with your needs. My requests, concerns, needs fell on deaf ears. It was your world, I was just living in it. You lumped me together with your family back home and had no interest in visiting, or considering my thoughts on the little free time that you had during school breaks. I continue to ask myself, “Why did I stick with it for so long?” I thought you were going to change… and you did. Just not the way that I had hoped.

But this isn’t a plea to get you back. This is a confession that you aren’t welcome in my life anymore. That’s why I broke off the relationship in the first place. I deserve better than you. Girls like you are a dime a dozen. I’ll get back on my feet shortly, and I’m sure you will too. But you’re just another girl with a pretty face, selfish, and black inside. Callused by the world. With your LV Bags, fancy car and Chanel jewelry. Unfortunately, that won’t cover up what’s on the inside. You will learn at some point that you can’t treat people like shit and hope that they stick around for you when it’s convenient for you. That’s not how life works. No, I’m not going to sacrifice the next 2.5 years for you while you go to Las Vegas and Belize during your spring breaks.

Ok, that’s my two second rant on you. Please stop telling yourself that we are going to get back together when you are done with school. While you’re at it, stop telling our friends that there is potential for that. I’m fuming on the inside. Don’t call, write, gchat, or FB me. I’m going to deal with this pain during one period in my life.

It’s a process… and this is part of it. Best of luck in life, you are going to be a great optometrist. Just not a great friend, girlfriend, or family member.