I can’t say the same tbh. I won’t say my life would have been better now if I had not known her, never meeting her, never getting messed up with her because the hell I ended up going through from knowing and getting personal with her made me a better man. I like what and who I am and so do other people. As they always have.

I am mentally tougher, stronger and that mental hell also reinforced my belief that certain other people in my life at ome time before her were absolutely toxic to my contentment. Like her. She brought out the worst in me. Absolutely. The opposite of what a friend should be. All that s*** (and it was s***, there was nothing good that came from it at the time for me anyway) pushed me to be better. To be a man. Not to give credit or anything like that, it was all me, but it pushed me to make myself better in a few ways.

Her way of thinking has always been a problem. She’s in but she’s not. She’s wishy washy. She is there, but not. Really she was just a cold, unfeeling, cruel woman.

It was a terrible relationship from my perspective. I don’t look back fondly on it and I am glad there is no communication and really, I have no idea what the f*** she’s up to since we last spoke. I guess I have an idea, I know for a fact she is in a long term committed relationship, probably, obviously her most profound based on time together. Not quite certain what came out of it? But then again, who cares? What does it matter? All that matters is it is what it obviously is but other than that, I don’t know and I don’t care either.

I’m glad it isn’t me. That’s for sure. I class her in the same category as any of others I have washed my hands of and have no intention of ever being involved with again. It was nothing special to me, BUT I do believe that losing me was a hard loss for her and probably a few others too. Not to be conceited or high on myself, you lost more than I did. I know that. You damn well should miss me.