A letter to my boyfriend's ex
Dear Katie,
Alright sweetie, let's get a few things straight. You call Dane. You text him. Whatever. I trust him, and would trust him even if he didn't relate every conversation with you to me. Everything. I know what you think of me--judgments based upon a few pictures and your own bitterness, and to be perfectly honest, I let your opinion affect me at first. And then I remembered what a petty, shallow, and vapid person you are--and my judgments are based upon personal accounts from people who know you. Not pictures. Furthermore, it wouldn't surprise me to find you don't know the meaning of the word "vapid," but that's not the point I'm trying to make.
What I want you to understand is that unless you call or text Dane while he's at work, I'll probably be sitting right next to him. You won't get him alone. Again, not because I don't trust him, but because I enjoy spending my time with him. You were dumb as hell, and threw away your relationship with him with both hands. You won't be getting him back, and even if you were better at lying it would still be foolish for you to try, because he's already caught you out too many times, and sees you for what you are, rather than what he'd hoped you could be.
That's the difference between us (well, one of many), the reason he loves me and can barely stand you. I am a phenomenal liar, have lied to nearly everyone I know--by omission, in a lot of cases, but many would agree that lies of omission are still lies--but I have never lied to him, have never even found a reason to. Dane knows aspects of my personality that I have admitted to no one, not even the friends I've had the longest. And he loves me in spite of, or perhaps because of, those quirks. I sincerely hope you can find someone who will be like that for you, but I'm here to tell you it won't be Dane.
Sincerely,
Andrea
P.S. Your sob stories might work for awhile, to get his attention, but you may want to save what's left of his good graces in case you have an actual emergency, or you may find yourself shit out of luck when he no longer believes a word from your mouth.
Alright sweetie, let's get a few things straight. You call Dane. You text him. Whatever. I trust him, and would trust him even if he didn't relate every conversation with you to me. Everything. I know what you think of me--judgments based upon a few pictures and your own bitterness, and to be perfectly honest, I let your opinion affect me at first. And then I remembered what a petty, shallow, and vapid person you are--and my judgments are based upon personal accounts from people who know you. Not pictures. Furthermore, it wouldn't surprise me to find you don't know the meaning of the word "vapid," but that's not the point I'm trying to make.
What I want you to understand is that unless you call or text Dane while he's at work, I'll probably be sitting right next to him. You won't get him alone. Again, not because I don't trust him, but because I enjoy spending my time with him. You were dumb as hell, and threw away your relationship with him with both hands. You won't be getting him back, and even if you were better at lying it would still be foolish for you to try, because he's already caught you out too many times, and sees you for what you are, rather than what he'd hoped you could be.
That's the difference between us (well, one of many), the reason he loves me and can barely stand you. I am a phenomenal liar, have lied to nearly everyone I know--by omission, in a lot of cases, but many would agree that lies of omission are still lies--but I have never lied to him, have never even found a reason to. Dane knows aspects of my personality that I have admitted to no one, not even the friends I've had the longest. And he loves me in spite of, or perhaps because of, those quirks. I sincerely hope you can find someone who will be like that for you, but I'm here to tell you it won't be Dane.
Sincerely,
Andrea
P.S. Your sob stories might work for awhile, to get his attention, but you may want to save what's left of his good graces in case you have an actual emergency, or you may find yourself shit out of luck when he no longer believes a word from your mouth.