I’ve tried to forgive you. Really, I have. I blamed myself for months. Some days I still blame myself. I’ve realized recently (after you contacted me) that this is totally and completely your fault. You put all of your problems on me and wanted me to solve them for you. You then began to blame me for absolutely everything and I believed it was my fault..
Looking back, I see it all now. You were an abusive jerk. Emotionally and physically. You shoved me and yelled in my face all of the time to intimidate me. What kind of person does that? I was ALWAYS supportive of you. I was your only person you could truly count on. You turned all of your stupid fake friends against me. Looking back, I wonder why they were ok with a guy shoving a girl around. Maybe because I covered it up so people wouldn’t look down on you. That was my own stupidity. I hate the person I was then. I was a coward. I let you treat me like complete dirt. You called me stupid. You called me a bitch. You humiliated me in front of all of our classmates by screaming at me. You told me I would never make it in the career field I chose. You let me apologize to you for how you treated me! Why the HELL did I apologize?
You had a bad childhood. You told me things you never told anyone and I felt bad. I wanted to help you. I still feel bad for you. I can’t bring myself to hate you. I don’t know why. You contacted me recently and pretended that nothing happened. I was okay at first, but now I realize that you’re poison and I can’t speak to you anymore.
I wish you the best in life. I hope you are able to better yourself as I am trying to do. I hope you end up being happy because you are the most miserable person I know, but I can’t be the one to pull you out of this rut. I can’t go through it again.
Looking back, I realize that you are a terrible person and that I shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with you. Hindsight is always 20/20. You live and you learn.