Dear Ex Boyfriend Tommy,

I should have known from the beginning that you were one of those guys. We met through friends but you told me you had a girlfriend, I was respectful of that to begin with until the late night phone calls started and the good morning-good night texting became a common occurance. It was hard being “the other woman” so I gave you the ultimatum and you chose me.

Two and a half years of homecomings, proms, and nights I never wanted to forget. You were the first to say I love you, the first to bring up having me in your life forever. I agreed to it all because we were made for each other. Or so I thought.

Was I not pretty enough? Did I not give you what you wanted? Did the I love yous even mean anything? When I heard about “her”. It was the most heartbreaking moment of my life. We had our fights about it and I cried for many nights and once in the arms of a man I would later turn down for you. I forgave you. Not because I felt bad but because I know that you shouldn’t always throw something out if its broken. We fixed it. I was happy again.

Soon we drifted, work, school and life all got in the way. And we decided to end it mutually. It was what I heard after that I can never forgive. ” her” became “them”. 10 girls? Really? Were you that unhappy in the relationship that you had to take 10 different girls to things you know I would have loved to do. How would your mother feel if she knew? I spent two and a half years devoting myself to only you and you spent two and a half years hiding other girls from me. Was it worth it? I have so many unanswered questions but I will never ask you them. You ruined me, I spent a year trying to find myself again. The person I thought someone else could actually love. I thank god I found him and he is better than you.

It still sickens me that the smell of your colonge makes my eyes tear up and the dresses I wore to prom and homecoming make me want to destroy and not dance. It may have been a high school relationship but we talked about things bigger than high school. So please just think about the pain you can cause a person.

However I would like to say thank you. Without you I would not have met the man I love today, I would not be the well rounded woman I am today, and I would not know what its like to feel that pain. It made me strong and I thank you for it. I am the woman when her feet hit the floor each morning the devil says “oh crap she’s up”. That is who I am proud to be.

Sincerely,
A Strong Girl Named Sarah