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So I guess my ex-boyfriend thinks me telling the truth about him is mean. PLEASE. He's done worse things to me. He's been uncaring, inattentive, and just plain rude to me sometimes, but according to him, he can't be held accountable for those things. Of course not. Somehow all of those things were MY FAULT. But to him, I'm a bad person because I tell the truth. Does that make any sense?
Why I spent two years with him is beyond me. Our relationship was built on loneliness. He couldn't get anyone else, and I was just coming off of a previous breakup. I'd say it was all a mistake, but we did have some good times. I try not to think about those times because it makes me miss him, and I don't want that. I want to be done with it and move on with my life. When I think about it, the two years I spent with him wasn't pointless. I know now that I won't ever let someone treat me the way he did ever again. His problems and insecurities aren't my fault. They're his. I tried to understand, to be the caring girlfriend, but he wasn't willing to do the same for me. Nobody is perfect, and nobody should expect someone to be.
I don't have anything to say to him that will make any difference. He'll always be a spoiled, arrogant momma's boy. Only he can change that, which is why it will never happen.
I'm not in a bad mood, necessarily. I just needed to write this for some reason. Maybe I'll write something happier later. Something about nail polish.
Why I spent two years with him is beyond me. Our relationship was built on loneliness. He couldn't get anyone else, and I was just coming off of a previous breakup. I'd say it was all a mistake, but we did have some good times. I try not to think about those times because it makes me miss him, and I don't want that. I want to be done with it and move on with my life. When I think about it, the two years I spent with him wasn't pointless. I know now that I won't ever let someone treat me the way he did ever again. His problems and insecurities aren't my fault. They're his. I tried to understand, to be the caring girlfriend, but he wasn't willing to do the same for me. Nobody is perfect, and nobody should expect someone to be.
I don't have anything to say to him that will make any difference. He'll always be a spoiled, arrogant momma's boy. Only he can change that, which is why it will never happen.
I'm not in a bad mood, necessarily. I just needed to write this for some reason. Maybe I'll write something happier later. Something about nail polish.