Unsent Letter to (Unnamed)

Unsent Letter to (Unnamed)

I hate you so much for what you did to me.

I hated you when you spoke about me as if I meant nothing to you.

I hated how many chances I gave you to hurt me and you used my kindness against me

I hate how much you’ve reminded me of my tumultuous relationship with my parents

I hate how bad at communication you are.

Now that I think about it…

I don’t think you’re bad at communicating at all. I think you’re so used to your vague form of communication that you’re not able to see the flaws in it. You have made excuses for body shaming me, and trying to make me feel small with your words. You’re so cruel and evil on the inside for trying to take the power away from someone that thought so highly of you until you betrayed me.

If you think picking me up a few times, making me a few meals + calling me pretty to butter me up on a slim few occasions makes up for any part of what you did, it doesn’t.

I see the snake in you and I call your bluff.

You have treated me like I’m nothing for far too long.

I’m not better than most people BUT I’m certainly better than you

I can’t believe I was attracted to someone as repulsive as you.

STAY THE FXCK AWAY FROM ME

I’m glad I finally got this off my chest.

You don’t belong to me, and I don’t belong to you

I won’t forgive you, you don’t deserve forgiveness

I hate to say it, but when you told me a gun was pulled on you, I thought you finally got your karma besides losing all of your hair.

I hope the lost chance with me hurts you so badly you cry yourself to sleep at night thinking about what you could have had. A woman as good as me by your side?

I know I’m the full package.

Yet you couldn’t see that. You only saw my flaws because you were only in this for yourself.

You didn’t think about what benefitted me at all…

I hate how much your manipulation caused me to blame myself and think I was the problem for being “too nice.”

I’m not too nice.

You’re just a sad, pathetic asshole who wouldn’t know good if it slapped you in the face.

I don’t know what exactly happened to you in your past, but it’s not an excuse for how you treated me.

You don’t despise me, you despise yourself for the mistreatment you accepted in the past and you don’t know how to let go of your need to control a situation and the narrative.

I have allowed you to affect my self-esteem and self-worth for FAR too long.

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOUR CAT

FUCK YOUR PARENTS

FUCK YOUR EX

FUCK YOUR CAR(S)

I hope ALL of your tires pop and you need assistance on a very busy California highway

I would like to get to the point where I can wish you well, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

Yours truly,

That bitch from Staten Island

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