We weren’t destined for anything, but an ending. That’s what hurts so much. I love him, and betrayed him like a f****** Judas. I wish I could go back in time, and never meet you. That’s how bad I regret crossing your path!

I’m not 41, but the other w**** is. I’m not going to be alone, either. I didn’t throw anything away, you did. You talked like you were a Billy Badass, but when the s*** hit the fan, your a** was GONE! You lost control over the situation between us, because you’re controlled by her. She says “jump,” you say “how high, mam.” I always knew her balls were bigger than yours.

Ive always dealt with trauma by being empathetic. That’s probably what grabbed your attention. You always said you felt numb, maybe you felt like someone had genuine love for you for the first time. As far as growing up, you’re pushing 60, and act like you’re in high school. I tried to love you, and you burned me.

THAT WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN AGAIN.