I used to absolutely despise you.

Whether you want to admit it or not, you knew exactly what would happen, how it would turn out. You knew.

You just didn’t care.

What exactly was I for you? An ego boost, perhaps? A fun time when your girlfriend was not available?

God, I still find myself despising you. I think about what you put me through, and I cannot stand you. I want nothing more than to expose you to everyone I know.

But I won’t.

You think that you won, because she doesn’t believe any of it. But really, I think I won. You used to own me. I used to go out of my way to try and make you happy. I thought we had a really good thing going for a while. Then, you had a girlfriend. You. Had. A. Girlfriend.

So why do you need another woman? Why did I have to be made into the ‘other woman’? I really hope that all of this made you feel better about yourself.

Not going to lie, I felt like total garbage for the longest time. I was almost a home wrecker. Like who does that?

You were causing me to turn into the exact thing that I never wanted to be. I have the utmost respect for relationships, if two people love each other, let them be. I get that.

But you drew me in, closer, closer. Until I was so caught up in having someone like you actually care about me.

Someone who would come and get me and take me on a ride in his truck, park in a field and not have me back until three o’clock in the morning.

Then, one day, I find that you have a girlfriend. You are doing all of the things that made me feel like I was special to you, with someone else.

I found out that I am not someone that you care about. I am someone that is actually very disposable to you.

That hurts, in case you couldn’t tell.

But I would like to thank you.

Thank you for making me a stronger woman. Thank you, very much, for being the heartbreak that I needed to learn from.

This might hurt to hear, but you are absolutely worthless. You are garbage, not me.

You knew what you were doing was wrong. You knew you would probably get caught. But you didn’t care. Screw you.

I could have exposed everything that ever happened between us; I still could. I have every message, every picture, everything.

Just so you know, you no longer own me. I am my own person.