You stopped loving me long before I stopped loving you. You refused to call it quits because you wanted me to continue to be the bad person in this relationship. It made it easier to tell all our friends that I left and that I cheated. It made it easier for you to be deemed the white knight, Mr. Perfect and to get sympathy from everyone. It made it all nice and neat, like a pretty package under the Christmas tree.
However, if people really knew the truth, I wonder how much tarnish would form on your white knight attire. I wonder if anyone would ever call me and say they were sorry for bad mouthing me, judging me and hating me. And honestly, if they did I would probably hang up on them.
You never took care of anything in our relationship, including me or us. You never faced reality or wanted to take the responsibility that came along with living in the suburbs, owning a house, becoming an adult. You wanted all the perks without having to face the problems. You still don’t have your shit together. Even after the divorce, you still are not being a man and owning up to your part of the bargain.
I’m done dealing with you nicely, putting on the front of being submissive and kind, trying to “just get through this.” If I have to mop up one more mess that you left undone after saying you would handle it, I am sending you a bill and contacting a lawyer to force you to live up to the document you signed. I’m done. I’ve had enough.
I hope your new girlfriend has a degree in accounting and psychology, because she is going to need it.
Posted on Tuesday, 21 July 2009
