(I say dear, but that’s just courtesy, you’re an awful person)
When we met for the last time I wasn’t sure what to expect. I thought maybe you’d changed a bit. That was stupid, you’re still the same selfish, narcissistic egotistical you’ve always been.
Your idea of closure was to fill my head with the same crap you always did: That I’m unbalanced, that I need to pull myself together, etcetera. That’s not true at all. I’m fine, you made me unbalanced. You always did. You never wanted to talk about anything, you would just let it build up until I got upset so that you could blame me for everything. Exactly what you did when we talked. You just picked apart my personal issues and made me feel terrible for your own actions. I shut down because you went straight back to the way you were before we met. Because I was heartbroken, because you hurt.me, and you couldn’t even understand that. I’m questioning as to whether you actually loved me to begin with.
I am glad that you seem to be doing well, and that youreally grateful I treated you well, but it won’t last. You’ve gone back to a partner who treated you like dirt, and nothing is going to change this time. My hope is that he breaks your heart the way you broke mine, so that you know what it feels like when you play with someone’s feelings like that.
The only thing I got out of meeting with you was that your really are the awful person I thought you were. You insulted me, you tore me down, and you made me feel small. I regret ever letting you in to my life.
So take care of yourself. If there’s anyone who needs to learn how it’s you. Not me.
Have a nice life.
Don’t take it as a personal affront that you couldn’t physically satisfy me. That’s not something I need to work on, that just means you’re a selfish lover. If anything I should feel insulted.
That is exactly my situation