Hello old friend,
For years and years we gave each other everything: love, support, patience, and most importantly respect. Throughout any problem or obstacle I faced, I knew that no matter the result I could fall back on you and finally be home. However, while I love you to my core I refuse to be used for your personal vendetta. You tried to control and manipulate me, and it's time to face the truth: You didn't respect me, so now you've lost me.
Sometimes I wish it didn't have to be this way. Fragments of what we used to be still arise when we are together and everything is back to being simple, but even while we are in the same room together I can feel the secrets you keep and lies you tell burning the bridge between us. But when I look at you from across those flames, you blame me for being the one who pushes you away, asking "Why am I not allowed to change? Why can't I depend on you to put me first?" And every time, I would give in so that those flames would die, that is until the next week when it happened again. And now you ask why? Why when we've just grown comfortable into this new relationship am I now wanting it to end for good?
I've come to realize that your definition of "change" is not the same as mine. When I think of change, it's to fix my errors in order to become the best version of myself I can be, while yours tends to slide into the notion of doing whatever you want despite the consequences. I have also realized that after all the pain you have caused me, I am tired of this toxic and abusive relationship with no resemblance of respect coming from your side and simply have made the decision to walk away from the burning bridge. No more tears will be spent trying to put out your flames and no more effort will be used to call for help. This bridge between us, once so strong and reliable, is now just a faint memory that connects you to nothing.
I wish you many happy adventures and a fantastic life, I just simply won't be as invested to experience them with you.
- Your Victim Who Is Putting Them First
