It's done. It's over.
It had to come sooner or later. We were doomed.
I broke up with you first on May 28th. We thought counseling would help us, but you kicked me out of our room and we canceled everything. I was willing to try couples therapy for us, but you ruined that chance.
I doubted you would change, but I gave you a chance. At least I hadn't gotten my hopes up because I would be so much more disappointed.
"I'm breaking up with you... you are fucked and shouldn't be in a relationship. You are the worst."
Those were your words, not mine. Fuck off.
Fuck off.
Fuck off.
Too late to apologize. You did this to yourself. You don't get to talk to me like that and expect I'll be okay with it. Tough shit. I have more respect for myself than to let you treat me that way. There are plenty of people who are kind, unlike you.
You have issues. I'm glad you know that. Work on them and I hope you and the next girl will be happier than we were.
We were incompatible. Stop putting me on a pedestal.
Thank you for ripping off the bandage. It needed to be done. There's no going back from this. I have my own mental health issues to deal with; I don't need yours to make mine worse.
Mourn the relationship. Learn and grow from it. Become a better version of yourself. And move on.
Apr 6, 2022 - Jul 7, 2023