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Look at all this ******** you created, lie after lie after lie. Every time I’ve made mistakes I have owned them and got better. Proved how capable, supporting, reassuring I was, how I pushed for you to experience new things and say yes to more. I spent so long talking you up.
In return you talked me down and made everyone believe you vile words, manipulation of the truth. Despite all the evidence to the contrary. You dug your nails in and doubled down. All the messages of me calling out your ****, the belittlement, how what you say hurting me, but it didn’t matter did it? Because it wasn’t about what you said that hurt me. You made me hurting the problem. I still remember coming out of that session and telling you I didn’t think you believed in me. You never did. You loved the idea of me more than me. Then you spread vicious ******** around like you are some beacon of morality, you are not. You never even once reflected on what you caused. I remember my kitchen and I remember him being there, I could see it in your eyes, you couldn’t help crack a smile at my hurt, because you couldn’t see this going exactly as you planned. So happy with being able to pull people’s strings and be a manipulative loser.
All those weeks I gave to you, all those parts of my life I shared, all those experiences you received from me that you would never of achieved by yourself. If you think it wasn’t the other way around it’s because you had nothing to offer, you never did anything special, you had no achievements or skills or new things to share with me. I was always the one pushing things forward. I was the one creating all these things, providing them.
And you spent the whole time criticising and blaming me for **** you made up in your head. You are not a good person. Never where, never will be. You spread ******** everywhere, I put all your ******** in a neat little document, see you in court.
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