All your baggage is one thing, it’s way too much, it’s there for life and you put it there after we met. It’s beyond impossible, and its the number one block in between you and I. I know that, thats the way it is from here and I can’t and never will be able get past all that.

And on top of that you want to be pounded rough, I have no drive, that’s truth. Friendship is impossible from where I sit because of the baggage, no s**, it’s just one of those things that is impossible from any angle you look at it. In my mind it’s never happening.

My pride and anger over how you f****** did me is another one. Somebody we both know once said to me a long time ago, after, like 10 years ago “Yeah, you felt the (your last name) sting, eh?) And I thought to myself “Yeah to say the least, and it has a name?” I did not deserve that. Maybe time to get me to do something and realze where I was wrong yes, but that didnt take long I’m pissed off at that and will ever let it go. That’s what I was worth to you? That little?

Among many telling things you once said to me when we knew each other “I only hurt men, every sngle one of my ex’s wants me back…” I know why, but thats how you live your life. Instead of love, you do that. I never thought you would do that to me.bNot saying you give a s***, I think you get off on hurting men badly, which is not love, I’m just laying down how I feel case anyone has any ideas. I would never let it happen.