An Open Letter To My Ex Boyfriend

Subject: An Open Letter To My Ex Boyfriend
From: Anonymous
Date: 22 Mar 2016

You were the one that I fell in love with my senior year of high school and you were my first love. Boy, did I sure want to spend the rest of my life with you but it's funny how things change. See here's the thing, this isn't to glorify how great our relationship was because it wasn't. We started dating October 2015 and you broke up with me without reason the first week of January because it was right after Christmas. All the clothes I had bought you I got right back because you weren't worth enough. I showed you everything that you said the last one couldn't. You took that for granted, just like you took me loving you and caring about you and making myself miserable for you.
I fought and fought to get you back over a series of months, but it was nothing to you. I was nothing more than an object of sex. But when you found out that I slept with your best friend at a party because he was giving me attention that you weren't. It wasn't revenge, there's no way that that was revenge. The night you found out you called me and screamed at me and told me how I lied to you and cheated on you. But we weren't together and that didn't matter to you because you still claimed me as yours; you still came over and talked to me through my window, you would grab my butt at work. You didn't care because you knew that I still wanted you and you had me wrapped around that manipulative finger of yours.
When we broke up all of my friends would tell me that you and your family would talk bad about me. I never understood why. I never did anything wrong, I was always nice to your siblings and your parents, and you, all I did was love you and I took care of you. I took you everywhere you needed to go, I gave you gas money and cigarette money when you needed it. You had me in your grasp and it didn't matter how many time you made me cry myself to sleep at night. It didn't matter that when we broke up and you stopped talking to me that I stopped eating and I would cry in study hall because you wouldn't talk to me and tell me why you left me and what I had done for that to happen. You didn't care about me like I thought you did.
Then I got a boyfriend, someone who you used to be friends with and hang out with all the time. You knew we were dating and you knew that I was happy. But there was something about you that made me want to leave him for you. That stupid charm that just sucks you in. We would FaceTime and you would look at me the way you did when we first started dating, you would smile and laugh at the things I would say just like when we first got together. You wanted to have sex with me one last time because you weren't sure if you loved this new girl that you were talking to, and you tried so hard to get me to cheat on him and leave him for you. You told me that I was the one that you wanted your little girl to look up to, the woman you got to come home to after a long day of work, the one you wanted to grow old with. But that wasn't a thing because I found out that you were talking to someone while telling me all of this. I stopped talking to you because after that you meant nothing to me, you hadn't changed one bit.
You were mean to me and told me that I wouldn't get anywhere in life if I kept smoking weed and becoming a cosmetologist. That I was so much more than that and that you were disappointed in me, but I wasn't trying to impress you by any means. You were telling me how worthless I was. Why would you say that to me when I've always been nice to you? I wanted nothing to do with you after that, that's why I stopped talking to you.

Now to the new girl he's dating that's three years younger than him. The guy your dating isn't really who you think he is. Ask me or anyone that knows him, he's not good news. He's toxic, but I'm sure you're just so in love with him and the way he talks to you. All the nicknames he calls you were the ones that he called me. Everything he's doing to you is new but it's old to me because I've been there and seen what it's like, it's not what it's all cracked up to be dating him. Just wait.

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