I finally blocked you

When I said “I will always be here for you if you ever need me” when we broke up, I meant it with every ounce of my being. I loved you, cared about you, endlessly. You didn’t have to say it back, you could have said “thank you, i appreciate it” and moved on from that. But you said it. Your specific words were “I hope you know the phone goes both ways.” So when I called you on Christmas, and you didn’t answer, I knew you were full of shit. No “happy birthday” when you saw my stories on instagram. The final nail in the coffin was when I told you I could have been in danger and instead of asking if I was ok, you ignored me and kept enjoying life, posting on your story without a care in the world. That’s when I knew you didn’t give a fuck about me. I knew that the last day we spoke was the last day you gave a shit about me. So I blocked you, because seeing you every day, enjoying life while I’m dying every day was not good on my heart or soul. You don’t deserve me and you’ll never find someone like me. I hope you wake up every morning realizing you made the biggest mistake in your life and there’s nothing you can do to ever get me back.