I was asked today if I still thought about you and missed you. I could answer with sincerity that no, I did not. I don’t miss second guessing who you’re texting. I don’t miss feeling like I’m not good enough. I don’t miss the singing, the annoying voices, or the gas lighting.

I can’t say that I have a completely new life; I’m slowly learning how to separate myself from you and love myself again. Why didn’t I trust my gut? Why did I give you the benefit of the doubt and ignore the red flags? You told me that you made a mistake by talking to her, but a mistake is something you do once. A mistake is a temporary lapse of judgment, and not a recurring offense. You told her you wanted to fuck her. She sent you pictures. I continued to ask what I was doing wrong, and if you were talking to anyone else, and you said no. Why did I disrespect myself so much and stay with you?

I will never again let you into my life. I never should have given you a second chance.

I will never miss you again.