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To the girl who broke my brother's heart:
I despise you.
I despise everything about you, you weak-willed spineless little fraction of a man. And I despise you because I understand exactly what you're doing to my brother, because the same thing happened to me seven years ago.
I loathe your inability to stand up to your mother, therefore perpetuating the abusive cycle of you falling prey to your overbearing mother's wishes and wants at the expense of your own. I can't stand your desire to engage in an incestuous Oedipal relationship with your mother, which is the only real relationship you'll ever have because you allow that cretin to dictate the relationships you have in life.
I abhor how you and people like you string along perfectly good hearts, even though you know deep inside that you can't deny your mother anything and willl therefore eventually break those hearts. I detest how you rip those hearts into tiny shreds and never once stop to think about what this is doing to the person in possession of that heart. I despise how you're going to wallow in your own self-pity, missing the person you just ruined and wishing someone cared about your own heartbreak.
Well, I don't. You brought this upon yourself and I hope you stew in your own heartbroken juices for the rest of your life. I hope years from now you wake, trembling, in the middle of the night, and realize once again that you held something precious in your hands, and instead of cherishing it, you threw it to the wolves. I hope every man you look at twice never compares, and that with each successive failed relationship, you remember you had greatness but chose mediocrity.
As you analyze the sad state of your life and realize you're unemployable because you have $20,000 in debt and a useless degree, I hope you realize you trapped yourself into living with your mother forever because you cannot afford to live on your own like an independent adult.
I hope you look at your art and realize it's terrible, and that I've had fifth graders who paint better than you. When I finally get around to burning the awful piece you gave me two years ago, I hope you feel in your bones that you could have been part of a family who would have loved you and actually supoorted you, but instead you opted to stay with a woman who can't stand to see you happy.
I've already unfriended you on facebook and blocked your number. If I never see you again, it will be too soon, because I will never forget the heartwrenching sound of my brother crying on the phone while he tried to tell me his hopes and dreams just died. If you ever entertain the notion of trying to get him back, remember that while the rest of my family might be willing to forgive you and embrace you, I never will. I will never forgive you for allowing my precious brother to feel the depths of despair, to wonder what he did wrong and why he's not good enough. I will never forgive you the lonely nights he now has to live with, the long hours of thinking somehow he's worthless and a subpar human being, even though he did nothing wrong. I will never forgive you for taking his pearls and casting them before swine.
But most of all, I hope you fade from my memories and from my mind. I want you to be that forgotten scrap of paper I had no use for and threw in the trash with other things I don't need in my life. I hope my brother heals and moves on and finds someone truly stellar who will see him for the magnificent son of God he is, and will love him from now into eternity. And her, her I will go out of my way to make my sister, to make one of my closest friends, and her I will love and cherish forever.
I despise you.
I despise everything about you, you weak-willed spineless little fraction of a man. And I despise you because I understand exactly what you're doing to my brother, because the same thing happened to me seven years ago.
I loathe your inability to stand up to your mother, therefore perpetuating the abusive cycle of you falling prey to your overbearing mother's wishes and wants at the expense of your own. I can't stand your desire to engage in an incestuous Oedipal relationship with your mother, which is the only real relationship you'll ever have because you allow that cretin to dictate the relationships you have in life.
I abhor how you and people like you string along perfectly good hearts, even though you know deep inside that you can't deny your mother anything and willl therefore eventually break those hearts. I detest how you rip those hearts into tiny shreds and never once stop to think about what this is doing to the person in possession of that heart. I despise how you're going to wallow in your own self-pity, missing the person you just ruined and wishing someone cared about your own heartbreak.
Well, I don't. You brought this upon yourself and I hope you stew in your own heartbroken juices for the rest of your life. I hope years from now you wake, trembling, in the middle of the night, and realize once again that you held something precious in your hands, and instead of cherishing it, you threw it to the wolves. I hope every man you look at twice never compares, and that with each successive failed relationship, you remember you had greatness but chose mediocrity.
As you analyze the sad state of your life and realize you're unemployable because you have $20,000 in debt and a useless degree, I hope you realize you trapped yourself into living with your mother forever because you cannot afford to live on your own like an independent adult.
I hope you look at your art and realize it's terrible, and that I've had fifth graders who paint better than you. When I finally get around to burning the awful piece you gave me two years ago, I hope you feel in your bones that you could have been part of a family who would have loved you and actually supoorted you, but instead you opted to stay with a woman who can't stand to see you happy.
I've already unfriended you on facebook and blocked your number. If I never see you again, it will be too soon, because I will never forget the heartwrenching sound of my brother crying on the phone while he tried to tell me his hopes and dreams just died. If you ever entertain the notion of trying to get him back, remember that while the rest of my family might be willing to forgive you and embrace you, I never will. I will never forgive you for allowing my precious brother to feel the depths of despair, to wonder what he did wrong and why he's not good enough. I will never forgive you the lonely nights he now has to live with, the long hours of thinking somehow he's worthless and a subpar human being, even though he did nothing wrong. I will never forgive you for taking his pearls and casting them before swine.
But most of all, I hope you fade from my memories and from my mind. I want you to be that forgotten scrap of paper I had no use for and threw in the trash with other things I don't need in my life. I hope my brother heals and moves on and finds someone truly stellar who will see him for the magnificent son of God he is, and will love him from now into eternity. And her, her I will go out of my way to make my sister, to make one of my closest friends, and her I will love and cherish forever.