I don’t know what your problem with me is. I don’t know why you’ve chosen to make me feel so terrible about myself. I don’t know why you chose to publically humiliate me in front of the church last night. I don’t know why you’re so self centered and think everyone else is beneath you.
But I’m done with it. I’m done with the hell you’ve put me through. Enough is enough. I’m going to move on with my life. Because I know nothing would give you more satisfaction than me just wallowing in misery for the rest of my life. I’m making a decision to forgive you for being so awful to me. I’m making a decision to move on. I want you to know that I’ve deleted your contact in my phone and I’ve unfriended you on Facebook. I want you to know that I don’t want your negativity in my life anymore and I’m not putting up with your bullshit any longer. I understand that you think you’re perfect and that you’re the victim in this whole series of events. But you’re not. You have bullied me, you have guilt-tripped me, and you have made me feel like absolute shit. No one has ever made me want to kill myself like you have. But I’m done. I’m not going to let you hinder my life and what God has for me. I’m not going to let you ruin my relationship with my boyfriend because you don’t approve of him. I don’t give a damn what you think anymore. I’m not giving you that control. I will walk in love with you and I’m gonna forgive you…But you’re not going to ruin my life ever again. And I mean that.