Glad he’s gone. I don’t get reminded so often how I’m a whore or that I’m useless or that I’m disgusting and that if it weren’t for him I’d have nothing. Or some other bullshit about how he fucking saved me. Fuck that. He broke me. Called me names too often. Threw bullshit in my face. Caused problems and through the blame on me. Played me. Made me out to be the bad guy. Fuck him. I was there for him. He wasn’t there for me, not when I needed him to be not when I asked him to be. He’s selfish. I can’t wait for the day he sees me and I’m everything he’s ever wanted. And then I can look at him and be reminded he’s everything I’m glad I don’t have. He’s the best thing I never had.
Too bad I still love him.