Dear Joe...
I know you're not taking my calls today; I'm not bothering. Whatever you think I'm doing to you, I think you're doing it to me too. What did I do that made you think I was inviting you for food then hitting you (re: dog analogy)? That day I invited you over to my house and you walked away. I wasn't about to go chasing you down the street...I tried that this time and you didn't like it very much. The message I'm getting is that no matter what I do, I get it wrong. I just know I begged for this whole thing not to even start in the first place because I was afraid of getting hurt...I listened when you said it wouldn't hurt. Now everything's a mess and I'm on my own when it comes to cleaning it up.
When you started hanging around with me, I thought you wanted to be my friend. You later told me you were in love with me. I tried not to let a relationship start, but you wouldn't give up so I gave in. Now I'm attached, as I knew I'd become and was afraid of, and this relationship has become a nightmare.
How can I believe you care about me when you went out of your way to hurt me after I begged you not to? Don't you see the things you've done? Don't you see what getting involved with you has done to my life, my recovery? You've fucked me, Joe. You're not going to get away with it either. I keep people like you close. Very close. It's your turn to hurt. I'm going to find out what hurts you...and then do it meticulously. You're going to get the same abuse you put me through. I'm going to do exactly what you beg me not to do to you. I made myself vulnerable and you're going to do so as well. When I am finished you'll be a broken compost heap of a man. You're nothing and I'm going to make you see it.
You don't even see it coming, you dullard. I know you're vindictive, so don't act surprised. The look on your broken withered face will be enough to let me know when I've done the job properly.
When you started hanging around with me, I thought you wanted to be my friend. You later told me you were in love with me. I tried not to let a relationship start, but you wouldn't give up so I gave in. Now I'm attached, as I knew I'd become and was afraid of, and this relationship has become a nightmare.
How can I believe you care about me when you went out of your way to hurt me after I begged you not to? Don't you see the things you've done? Don't you see what getting involved with you has done to my life, my recovery? You've fucked me, Joe. You're not going to get away with it either. I keep people like you close. Very close. It's your turn to hurt. I'm going to find out what hurts you...and then do it meticulously. You're going to get the same abuse you put me through. I'm going to do exactly what you beg me not to do to you. I made myself vulnerable and you're going to do so as well. When I am finished you'll be a broken compost heap of a man. You're nothing and I'm going to make you see it.
You don't even see it coming, you dullard. I know you're vindictive, so don't act surprised. The look on your broken withered face will be enough to let me know when I've done the job properly.