It’s been almost 2 years, and months have gone by since I even thought about you, much less felt any lingering hurt. Honestly, I have way too much going on to waste the energy. Yet, when I see that the very situation you kept telling me wasn’t true is still true, it brought it all back up again, however briefly. It probably wouldn’t have phased me were I not exhausted lately. The fact is, you lied. You lied about not pulling away from me, you lied about me being the most important person in your life, you lied about the other person not taking my place as your confidante. You even lied about me not losing you altogether when you finally manned up and told me you had moved on, but at least by the time you told that lie, I was starting to get it. You lie. You avoid confrontation by lying, you don’t take responsibility about your mistakes in relationships, and your m.o. for getting out of them is to try and blow your partner off until they go away. Only, I meant what I said when I told you I knew who I wanted to be with, so I would not just conveniently go away like others have. You really are a selfish bastard, and you had the gall to leave me doubting my own worth. The failure is with you. It wasn’t me who changed, it was you. Mid-life crisis, I guess. I was also still grieving the loss of my father, and the man who claimed to love me should have understood that. I do still hope you figure your shit out, and maybe one day you will recognize when you have a good woman, instead of acting like she’s only supposed to entertain you. And seriously, grow a fucking spine, and stop lying. I’d wish you the best, but you already gave it up.