In the last few weeks of my "relationship"* with my last boyfriend I suspected that he fancied someone else, who is probably rather lovely. I ignored this hunch of course, thinking that I could trust him to be honest with me. Oh how wrong I was. He will deny it and say that wasn't the case, but there's no use because I am so over his lies, you have no idea. I was so certain that he was a nice, honest and caring person. Which he is, when the situation calls for it. I would not have hated him if he had been honest with me. I knew there was someone else yet he denied it and I followed suit. "It's the distance, it's too much" he would say, when what he meant was "there is someone here who I can be close to and i'd much rather be with her".
I am just so angry, I feel sick, I hate myself for trusting him and for ignoring my hunch. I really wish he had been honest with me, we could probably still be friends if he had. That is what I hate the most.
Not to mention how swiftly he managed to move on. Several days, was it?
And I know you will read this, Cody Shuttleworth, so I would like you to know that I HATE you. I am not going to take this back. I swear to it, I will hate you for a rather long time. I will not stop hating you, but I will move on with my life because you are not worth even thinking about.
That is all.
*I now use this term very loosely.
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