That one time this person fed off my vulnerability, they lied, and lied, and lied. They know it hurts me but still do it anyway, then proceeded to say, “It hurts me that I hurt you.”

Being the stupid ‘bucin’ that I am, I was at war with myself. I hate them, and then I love them still, and then I decide I never want to see them again, only to then beg the universe to see them one more time. How much I miss them, how much I still love them. And I wish I’d heard the same, but I don't.

I was told that I was always begging for their attention and that I was embarrassing them for trying to defend them in front of people who talk sh*t about them.

They cheated on me, they said, “Nothing to worry about; they’re too crazy to handle. I knew from day 1 they’re wild, have crazy attitudes, are super jealous, and just high maintenance all around.” But they do FaceTime each other naked and do stuff, and got together just a few days after we broke up.

Ultimately, I know loving them would do much more harm than good; there’s a reason we’re not together anymore. They hurt me in ways I’ve never been hurt before, so even if they still cared for me, I’d always be struggling with the thought of whether or not the bad outweighs the good.

Crazy to think all this happened just last month.