I was just amazed at how blinded I was when we were together. Maybe a big part of me was naive because I never knew someone like you existed—that’s why I didn’t notice the red flags right away. I thought that if I was more understanding, if I tried harder, you might see it in yourself to change and become a better person. But I was wrong, of course. I didn’t realize it back then, but now I do—people like you will never change. Never. You might not even realize there is something wrong with you because you think you’re better than everyone else.
I can’t believe I wasted my tears on someone like you.
Yes, you succeeded in manipulating me, making me believe everything you said. But at least not for too long—just long enough for me to realize that what we had was never real. You just made me believe it was. And I’m so glad I’m over it now.
What were the signs?
Your silent treatment. Especially when we had different opinions about something—you’d either walk out and not talk for days or explode in anger. It felt like you were always looking for something to argue about. And you always had to win. In your delusional mind, you were always right. Even when it was clearly your fault, you’d dig up something from the past to use against me so you could get away with what you did. You would even twist my words until I found myself defending myself for things I didn’t even do. You always made me feel guilty just to manipulate me into doing what you wanted. You dismissed my feelings, made me feel like I was overreacting, and accused me of playing the victim—when in reality, you were the one doing just that. One minute we were okay, and the next, we weren’t. We were so different.
Your trust issues. Your paranoia. I still don’t understand where this ridiculous idea came from—that I was talking about you or exposing your bullshit to others. Seriously? Just f*cking annoying. No matter how many times I told you I wasn’t, you kept insisting I was. Like, why would I even do that? Gaaahd. And then you’d twist it back on me, claiming I was the paranoid one. See how scared you were for people to know what an asshole you really are? What a con man. You claimed you didn’t care what people thought about you, yet you were terrified of what I might say. And most of the time, I just let it go—because keeping the peace was easier. I don’t even know if we ever had a decent conversation without me feeling like I was walking on eggshells.
Your mood swings. Either you were blaming your ex for your behavior or telling me horrible stories about her—painting her as the villain so I would end up feeling sorry for you. You never took responsibility for your actions. It was always someone else’s fault. And the worst part? Whenever you were in a bad mood, you made me feel guilty—as if I should be miserable too. And if I wasn’t? You’d get mad. It was emotionally, mentally, and physically draining. But of course, you wouldn’t understand that. Because you don’t care. You never did.
Because for you, it was always about you.
Your wants.
Your needs.
You thought the world revolved around you.
Because you’re self-centered.
A narcissist.
A Mr. Know-It-All.
A manipulative coward.
I was naive, yes.
I thought I was in love.
I thought I was doing the right thing—because when you love someone, you fight for them, right?
I can’t believe I ever thought you were capable of love when you don’t even love yourself.
I was sad for a while, sure.
I even blamed myself for falling for your bullshit.
It was painful, overwhelming even.
But then I realized—you weren’t worth it.
And you never will be.
Leaving you was the best decision I ever made.
I danced with the devil and lived.
And because of that, I came out stronger. Smarter.
I realized my worth.
Thank you for that.
