Our last three weeks of seeing each other it got weird, you got weird, you got nasty, crossed lines if you didn’t get your own way, lines that were just blurry enough for me to excuse it. Lines when I was already in enough of a bad state in my own self that I could so easily blame me, and I did. 🙁
Now we get closer to Valentines, the anniversary of the last day I saw you, my memory of events that led to this are clearer than before.
So I made a romantic gesture, it wasn’t that romantic, just brunch or lunch or whatever on Valentine’s Day, it was my sweet gesture. It didn’t mean a lot but I meant it to be nice.
A few days later you end things because I ‘put pressure on you.’ No conflict resolution, just that. Dumped. Dropped like the same hot potatoe I have been all you other years you dropped me.
Except this time, I’m blamed?
And then when I call a few weeks later for some clarity, enough to at least offer some attempt to problem solve and I am screamed at and blamed some more. Your words making out in the bad guy and you’re the victim? What is that?
And still you say you had feelings for me and wanted a relationship all these years.
It’s all lies. It’s not and was hardly ever truly shown in your actions.
Put yourself in my position. What would have been so wrong with showing compassion towards me when you chose to end things? You knew how I felt about you.
You never ended it with compassion and truth, I asked you over and over again to just be honest and tell me it wasn’t that big a deal to you! You’re such a liar.
You blame me for things said in messages I have sent since, you’re the victim at every corner I know, but it take two to tango and I was reacting to more than I could take of your nastiness.