I thought we ended in good terms, but I guess some people enjoy being petty. While reading this, you're probably thinking: this is petty. Only petty people write articles and publish them about people they hate. I promise, this was the absolute last resort.
We ended in the middle of senior year. We both ended up going to the same university which seemed like the worst thing ever — which it was. Right after the break up, I kept the friend group, I tried my best not to talk to him, and I tried my best to act graceful and friendly despite how messy it was. I apologized for everything I did wrong. He did not.
The first day of freshman year, he was in my English class. Being polite, I said "hi" in hopes of just keeping a friendly neutral relationship with him. We did date for over a year, and it seemed like the appropriate thing to do.
But then he changed.
His new friend group became harassing me in the cafe. They took pictures of me thinking I would not notice. His new love interest followed me on Instagram and copied my captions. I felt uncomfortable and even expressed my discomfort to friends he had back home.
His response: "You're welcome for the followers."
Back home, his friends became less of his friends. I began talking to them more and more and they began revealing stuff to me. The boy I dated for a year said that he hated me. He said that I was a Bitch. He said I was a horrible person. He used my Panera card to get free stuff and said my name in vain.
Had he forgotten I knew his darkest secret? Had he forgotten that I knew the reason he had gotten to the same university I did after being initially denied? When did he think it was okay to harass me in the steps of the university that I walked in everyday.
As I walked around the campus, him and his new love interest said "Ew" as I patiently minded my own business. I feel bad for his new love interest. Little does she know that her boyfriend called her a hoe before they started dating.
Little does he know that I've been quite mature in this whole situation when I had every right not to be. After months of dealing with this horror story, I wrote this open letter for all the girls who have been shit talked by someone they once respected.
It is sad that I had to write an open letter in order to get my message across. I'm not asking for an apology but simply that my name gets left out of your mouth.
We are not together anymore. I am not part of your life. Do not tell people you know about me. I am not associated with you. I was associated with you. Not anymore. I am more than the names you call me behind my back. You are now a low, repressed memory.
How pathetic...
