After finding out what you hid from me, I’d never go back to you. I stopped trusting you, because you’re a manipulative liar. I tried to love you, but you didn’t want love. You only wanted to use me for s**.

After you were caught in your bs, you threw me under the bus to save yourself. That’s not love, that’s being a coward. I get nauseous when I think about how much I cared for you, and how sorry you were to me. I hope you’re miserable, and I hope you hurt badly. You deserve it.

I tried to boost your ego, because it is very clear, that nobody else did. I told you what I thought you wanted to hear. I did that because you opened yourself up to me….much more than you can understand.

So many times, I’d catch you in lies, because you silently told on yourself. I told you that I read people a mile away….you were never an exception. I hope you life falls apart, and you beg God for forgiveness. God was all I had. If it hadn’t been for my faith, I would’ve committed suicide. Your bs humiliated me. Seeing you carry on with a, “great guy” attitude, in front of people who don’t know who you are behind closed doors, infuriated me. It makes me want to tell everyone what you told me. I want you to hurt like I have. I want you to feel judgement, like I have. Saying this on here is a way to release your toxicity out of my mind. I have such anger towards you, that it’s not healthy. I pray a lot. I don’t know what else to do. I thank God that it didnt end in a much worse way than it did.

Get help, because you are a very twisted, sick man. I want to tell her about your inappropriate relationship with A, in a BAD WAY.