My final letter to you.

Dear ex,

You probably will never read this but atleast I can have my say.

How dare you?

Just how dare you.

In the week I was mourning the death anniversary of my best friend, you left. You fucking left. And what's your excuse? "It just doesn't work for me anymore and I'm too busy for you"

Your too busy? For just 10 mins of your time? 10 mins to hear your voice? See your face? You couldn't give me that?

I sat by you, when you were going trough it, I sat by you when you yelled at me, ghosted me, left me stranded and feeling like hell. I sat with you while you were recovering from your asshole ex. I gave you all the time and help you needed. I was there. No matter what I was doing or where I was. I.was.there.

And you couldn't even do the same. What did you do? Left me a "Dear John" and left me while I was asleep. No fight, no attempt to fix whatever you thought was broken. You just fucking left. You quit without even trying.

Left me all alone, mourning my best friend, mourning our relationship. Because I believed in us. I wanted us to go for the long run. You claimed you did too. Liar.

All those lies about how you would never leave me. All those lies about loving me. All those lies about wanting a future.

Instead? You chose a fucking book and knitting and started dating 2 days afterwards. Yes I fucking saw you. On those dating sites. 2 days after leaving the "love of your life"

Im your letter you said "i hope you don't give up on love" how dare you say that.

How the hell am I supposed to trust anyone after you. You left me at my fucking lowest. And now I have to crawl back up again. All alone.

I hope you're haunted by the ghost of me. That everything that reminds you of me, makes you regret what you did.

Fun thing, I am not even angry at you. Im sad and disappointed in you. But hey, you don't care don't you?  You just care about yourself.

Im going to end this letter with, this. Even though I meant everything I said earlier, I hope you find your peace. That you heal and hopefully realize one day that leaving the people you care about when there at their lowest. Is a sad, pathetic thing to do.

Take care.

Your dutchie.