I hope you’re doing well. I hope that all those times that you put me down, stepped on me and crushed me whenever a small light of positivity I had, paid off and you finally feel good about yourself. I invested years into a relationship that would end up giving me panic attacks and anxiety that would keep me up at night, and even take a physical toll on my body. You were never a true friend, more so, you were abusive. You got a kick out of putting me down, and for years all I did was try and climb back up, trying to impress you, just to be knocked down again, time after time. You invalidated my feelings, you invalidated my worth and you had no interest in any aspect of my life unless it directly benefited you. Other people noticed, but those same people stood by without saying a word, probably fearing they would become your next victim. The day I decided to be my own person, you turned and maliciously laughed at me behind my back, rather than just join in and be happy with me. You turned people I love against me. And for what? What did you get out of it? My best guess is an ego boost; Just another one of your desperate attempts to feel good about yourself, because you couldn’t stand to see me, the girl you used as a doormat finally being confident in herself. But what I want you to know is that because of you I realized genuine, caring people do exist. You weeded out all the snakes from my life for me, and for that, I thank you, because I didn’t even have to lift a finger. I have never been more confident in the relationships I have with the people in my life, thanks to you. You are the blueprint I refer to for toxic relationships. Whenever I meet a new person I look for you in them, to make sure I don’t make the same mistake twice.

When you look at yourself in the mirror, when you’re alone with just your thoughts, are you happy with yourself?

I know I finally am.

Fuck you very much,
Your Ex-Abusee