When I broke up with you, you asked so many questions. "Why?" "Is there someone else?" "Did you ever love me?", etc. I didn't want to answer those questions because I saw the hurt that was in your eyes and did not want to hurt you more. But I need to get this off my chest.
When we first began to get to know each other, you told me that you live on your own. You said: "I have my own place." And as someone who didn't know any better thought that was cool. Little did I know that you lived in a camper in your parents back yard. A camper that didn't have plumbing, you still needed your parents to do your laundry and get food. You while as well have lived in the house. You are messy. When I first came there you said it was "so clean" but all you did was create a trail from the door to the sitting area. There was still dirty clothes everywhere and food that had been out for so long that it attracted bugs.
You are unmotivated to do anything with your life, yet you still expect the world to fall into your lap. You dropped out of high school and never have been to college all because you claim that you "can't learn." I don't believe you try. You also have no job. You did not motivate me in the slightest and brought me down, if anything. Since you have no money, your parents give you money, which is somewhat understandable. But when I have seen your dad give you gas money and you buy food with it and then have the audacity to ask me for help with gas money is unacceptable. You also throw temper tantrums like a two-year-old.
And, no. There was not anyone else. I made the decision to leave you all on my own.
As for the love, I did not really love you. I was too young to know the difference between love and infatuation. I thought that I loved you; I really did. But when I saw what kind of person you really are, I realized you were not the one I wanted to be with in any way.
