I smoke now. I drink more than one drink (which you said wasn’t becoming). I get high. I have a job I love, which you would hate just because of that fact. I wanted you to want me. So I wore dresses and played nice to your friends. I smiled when I should. I let you in at 2am when I shouldn’t. And I hated myself for being THAT girl. You only wanted me when I was with someone who was good for me, so I married someone terrible for me hoping you would rescue me. When did I become someone who needed to be rescued? I hope you are happy in your fake, “I’ma lawyer because I think it’s impressive” life. I learned from you, but they were hard lessons I should have learned any other way. Please stop texting twice a year with a smiley face emoji and nothing else.