I wish I could say I hate you, but hate isn’t a strong enough word for the complete and utter disgust I feel towards you. I should have known we couldn’t have a normal breakup, because we didn’t have a normal relationship. In normal relationships, guys don’t physically and verbally abuse their partners. In normal relationships, one person doesn’t feel compelled to control the thoughts, emotions, and actions of the other. In normal relationships, you’re allowed to have friends outside of the relationship without being accused of infidelity. So I guess normalcy was never really ours, or more so your, style. Then isn’t it kind of cliche that you’re the one that cheated? The power-hungry alpha-male wanna be is the one that strayed? It now justifies your ever increasing yet completely irrational accusations of me doing YOU wrong. The most upsetting part of all this, is knowing that you have the satisfaction of getting away with it, like you’ve won some sort of sick game. Well congratulations, you’ve become a pathetic scum of a man. Just when I thought I was done with you, that there was no possible way for you to ever hurt me again, you out do yourself.