I hate it
I hate when all of my suspicions and intuition are confirmed. Because I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I thought you deserved at least that much because I cared about you, regardless of how you had treated me. Guess you really are just as despicable, weak, dishonorable, and cowardly as I thought you to be. Good riddance. I'm even more relieved that you're no longer in my life. I will never doubt that sick feeling in my gut. Never again.