I never went into great detail why I had to leave you beyond saying I was unhappy and didn’t like how controlling you were.
I left because I felt miserable. Every week (for the final 2 months and to an extent before that) there was a new way for you to make me feel like I was nothing but your pet boyfriend. I stayed as long as I could because I loved you and wanted us to work; because you were often lovely and wonderful.
But if you didn’t like something or if anything didn’t go your way…I was afraid of you. The guilt trips, the over analysing, the insecurities and the petty moods. It was bow down to you or ‘there’s the door!’
You treated me like I was less than dirt. Spiteful/petty comments about things I do or friends I keep. Insulting me to my face & insulting my family. Telling me I’m not listening to you on purpose to hurt you. Bullying me into submission until I agreed with you.
How was that a way to live? Not to mention that you couldn’t even see that you were wrong sometimes until your friend (who you also treated like dirt) points it out. Then I get the essay texts which read that you’re sorry but not sorry…
Your sense of right and wrong is skewed and saying that you see things in black/white is messed up. Since day one I proved how much I cared for you while you continued to be negative.
I was such a fool. I let you walk all over me and never questioned it.
This might be ‘Cray-cray’ for you (honestly drop that crap, you sound like an idiot) but it’s the bitter truth.
I am not yours to be controlled and told what to do. I am no longer yours and I never will be again. I can see why your ex left you now…you need help.
YOU are the reason we didn’t work. So many promises made and time after time you let me down. Just because I don’t cry, didn’t mean I wasn’t hurting inside.