dear you,

I am physically ill thinking about the way that you treated me and if you truly think that that was okay then you are a foul person. our relationship was beautiful and full of love and laughter. to go through what seemed like a perfect weekend with me ant hen get home to our bed and look at me and say “I am not in love with you and I haven’t been for a while” that is beyond fucked up. and then that is the only reason I get? nothing else. in your eyes. that was enough. I was just supposed to get up, say okay, and leave. how is that even logical to you. you said a lot but in all little ways. like you were hiding something. I knew you were hiding something. i fucking knew it. how dare you. the one man I have always told you made me super uncomfortable because i knew he wanted you. thats who you chose because “I just wanted to” fuck you for that answer. i deserved so much better than that. i deserved so much better than all of this. and then i find out you in fact have been sleeping at his house since the day I left? it took you one day to crawl into bed with someone. i thought you were always speed texting your parents but you weren’t. it was him. you call him too. You are so selfish for that. not once did you consider me. i was everything to you. you loved me. you started a family with me. it was supposed to be us. But one morning, instead of choosing to love me. you chose him. of all the fucking people in the world you chose him. you made our relationship a joke. you made me feel so little. you told people that i was crazy. you did this to me. you are the reason that our kids will never see each other again. i hope you have a great life with the man you cheated on me with. i mean i’ve heard the allegations against him. you two will create an amazing pair.