When we met, I rushed in like it was a fantasy come true.  There was so much love for you, and there are a lot of days like today where I wonder why things are the way they are now.  A lot of times, I wish I knew who you really were.  I wish I had never agreed to meet you.  Even though you say you don’t remember, I asked you to stop my first time and I even put my hand up but you didn’t. Between everything we did to each other, I can never say with certainty that I know who was to blame or if it was just that we made each other toxic.  Everyday I blame myself for my part in things, but at the same time I can no longer ignore what you did.  You raped me, lied to me, manipulated me, and then cheated.  Right now you are with someone, you have a kid, and you both try to paint a perfect picture of your life now.  Like two months ago you didn’t ask me for money, you didn’t tell me your kid was in the hospital, or that you were peeing blood.  At the time I was scared, because I almost gave you what little I had all over again.  Karma knows how to settle a score, and sometimes I wish you would reach out to me because I know what I always wanted to say.  That you’re a liar, a monster, and I pray that everything dear to you along with yourself rots.  Because I could never forgive you for what you have done.  For what you took from me and how you treated me.  I hate vitor, you lying cheating worthless human.  I hate you with all that I am. And I hope one day everyone sees you for what you are.