saltandpepperSenior Contributor
Unsent
I just don't care about you or your shit anymore.
I don't guve a fu*k if you're struggling--cause it sure as shit doesn't look that way to me.
You're always telling me you're out doing this and that--even though I don't ask.
Seem to have a lively social calendar now that we're apart. Couldn't get you to do anything with me towards the end. Even just having a conversation was a task in itself, let alone spending time together. But now you're out here and there and who knows who you're with. Cause i know you're not alone. I know your fantastic amazing coworker is there with you. I know it.
you're not fu*king struggling. I wish you were to be honest. I wish it was every bit as hard for you to get through the day as it has been for me. But i know that's not true.
and you know what? You left. You shat all over me and our relationship without a care in the world. So why are you telling me you're struggling? You practically leapt out the door with a bag of your stuff.
did you ever give a shit when I was too fu*king depressed to get out of bed? No. You didn't. It was always about you and what you needed. Never allowed to be about me. And when I started making it about me, protecting myself from you, you left. Couldn't get your way, couldn't stand me with all my shit. So why the fu*k do you think I care?
I don't.
its done.
we're done.
You've been off doing god knows what with god knows who, and I've been putting it together, and every time I have to face that reality it's like a kick in the guts. Go ask your coworker who is "just a friend" for support. Don't ask me. Don't fu*king talk to me about any of it. I don't wanna hear it. I don't wanna hear about you, or what you do, or who you do it with. And I sure as hell don't want to be the person you go to for help anymore. That is done. I am done. You can go fu*k yourself.
i am glad you are out of my life. So just stay the fu*k away from me. Kid swap and we're done. Nothing else to talk about. We're not friends. We're not anything anymore.
stop.
fu*king.
with.
my.
HEAD!
i just want you to stop. I just want it to be done. I can't take it. I can't talk to you. I can't be your friend. I can't be anything to you anymore.
you're struggling? Welcome to the fu*king club. Even though you were the one who left, everyone seems to have flocked to you. Like you're the wounded party here. I don't get it. I guess you've gone and said whatever to make them think that, I don't know though. But no one has been dropping by here for me, no one has been bringing me shit, no one has been offering me handouts, no one gives a shit how I'm doing.
i tried to make it work. I tried really hard. I tried to give you what you wanted, what you needed, it was never enough. I was never enough. I'm done feeling like shit about you and this and us.
just leave me the fu*k alone. I don't love you anymore. I don't miss you. I don't even like you anymore. Take your petty excuses and attempts at reaching out and shove them up your ass.
sincerely,
your ex.
