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You never gave. I always did. When what I gave was not enough you found another. Yes I'm going to fuck his life up. It's just about principle at this point. I don't lose. Especially not to this jackass. Good luck to him. Whah whah
WTF do you mean I never gave? You can't fill from an empty cup.
I gave everything that I was and everything I had left after. I became a shell. Because you wanted something I could not be, I became less of myself.
It didn't make me more of what you wanted. I gave up who I was and what I did for fun to be who the kids needed and you didn't join me. In fact, you undermined my efforts every step of the way and continue to do so.
Who I was wasn't acceptable. Who I became wasn't worth coming home to. And you brag that you never changed and complain that I didn't give.
Well, what about you was respectable? What was I supposed to admire? It's hard to desire Simone you don't feel that for. And like he said... not all men are worth it.
You've done nothing but complain about me and who I am since we split up. Maybe it wasn't as good of a relationship as you claim to think it was. You're just upset that you lost the fantasy of the perfect life.
I gave you that, I guess. But without that fantasy, what was good about us? Because I haven't heard one thing from either me or you or anyone else that makes me think we could have or should have tried to make this work.
And I let go. Not for the reasons you think, but for agency. For the freedom to go after what I think I need. For the ability to want something and have it. To be able to make my own decisions and act on them on my own time frame. To not need your fucking permission.