I hate that we always did things you wanted to do. I hate that I wasn't allowed to have friends. I hate that you didn't respect my views. I hate that you hit me and said you'd do it again. I hate that you killed a turtle and watched me cry. I hate that you yelled at me in front of your friends. I hate that you told them I was crazy. I hate that you told me I was your 'one and only.' I hate that you convinced me to move 2000 miles away to be with you. I hate that you convinced me to transfer schools. I hate that you asked me to move in. I hate that you used me after we broke up, and 2 weeks later were on to your new suspect. But what I hate most of all, is that lie you repeated way too many times: "I love you."

With lost meaning, and lost promise. I hate that while I write this you're probably laying next to your new woman telling her the same things you used to tell me. I hate that I spent a year scared to be me. I hate that you changed me into a timid woman that I don't know. You transformed me into a slave: cooking, cleaning, not talking back, staying quiet, dressing up, flying home every other week; and giving up who I am. I hate that you convinced me I needed you. I couldn't live without you. You know what's best for me. LIES. All of it. Lies left and right. I am strong. I am not some passive women and I should not be hit, yelled at, or told differently. What I didn't understand when we were together, is that you're the one that needed me. Not directly. You just needed SOMEBODY. You need to feel like you matter, so you take the lives of strong women and convince them they are helpless. You are weak. The fact that you hit me when feeling disrespected proves so. The fact that you made me cut my life long friends out of my life proves so. You couldn't control your life and so you decided to take mine, and kick me while I was down. I'm sorry you need to be macho. I'm sorry you need to be tough. I'm sorry you feel the need to pull beautiful women close then slowly rip them apart while telling them, "it's for the better." You're sick. I'm sorry you need to victimize women. I'm sorry you haven't found satisfaction in your abundant life, and I'm sorry you choose to steal dominance from the less fortunate.

But in the midst of this all, I'd like to say thank you. Thank you for showing me what I don't want. Thank you for making me aware of men like you. Thank you for causing me to build my walls up even higher. Thank you for destroying me, because baby, I grew back stronger than I could have imagined. And now in concluding, all I can say is that I'll be praying for you. I'll be praying that you can find comfort in your own life and will stop victimizing beautiful women that are stupid enough to believe that you truly do love them. But, I am a strong believer in Karma and while I pray, keep a look out because Mama Karma bites back.

This Letter is rhetoric. It goes out to all my girlfriends that have been hurt by men like these. It goes out to my ex. No one thing is implied for one human, yet a category of all abusive males. It goes out to Every ex that didn't understand the worth of his woman. And it goes out to the men of the 21st century, may you learn from it, and women, may you know your worth.