Back when we were dating and I was head over heels for you, I opened up to you and let you see the real me. Little did I know that you’d be the one to throw it all back in my face and use it against me after we broke up. Now, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust anyone the same way I trusted you.
- You told me that we would ‘still be friends’ but ghosted me. The breakup was tough, but we both saw it coming. You seemed chill; you said we’d still be friends, and I believed every single word of that BS. We had a special connection — nothing would change that. At least that’s what I thought until you started ignoring my calls, ignoring me in the street, and generally ghosting me. And it hurts now as much as it does then.
- You talked crap about me on Facebook. You didn’t even have the courtesy to delete me before you started talking crap about me. A couple of weeks after our breakup, I saw it: a not-so-vague status about me. “First night out of freedom! Finally got rid of the old ball and chain!” Cool, dude. It was unimaginative and dumb, but you know that, right? I thought you of all people would know how much that would hurt me. Maybe you did. Maybe that was the whole point.
- You turned our mutual friends against me with your lies. I noticed people were being super weird with me right after the breakup. They acted like I had the plague and they sure as hell didn’t want to catch it. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. You let me think I’d messed things up. But then I saw one of our friends when she was drunk, and after some awkward questions on my part, she told me the truth: You’d been spreading crap about me and turning people against me.
- You told everyone my personal business. I told you things I’ve never told anyone else in the world. I thought we were together for life, and I opened up to you in a way that I never have to another soul. From my fears and secrets to my dreams and regrets, you knew it all. After the breakup, a real man would have had the decency to keep that stuff quiet. Not you, though. To you, all of my personal business was just ammo in your BS game.
- It made me feel like a paranoid mess. I didn’t know who knew what about me. Everyone was acting pretty damn weird and I wasn’t sure why. I could barely get on with my day to day life because your mind games had consumed me. You, the person I trusted above anyone else in the world, had screwed me over. You’d sold me down the river for some cheap laughs and your screwed up version of revenge.
- You were straight-up rude to me in front of our friends. When the worst happened and I ran into you at a bar, you were so damn rude. I couldn’t believe it was even you talking to me. You treated me like a piece of manure you’d just stepped in. The way you looked at me cut me to the core. Then you basically told me that I had no place being there and turned back to the group, laughing and joking away. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life. It stung.
- You blamed me for everything that was wrong with us. My friends say you’re going around telling people that I screwed things up. You’re saying I slept around and lied to you. That you caught me and told me to get out of your home. Who knew you were so creative? When we broke up, we both agreed it was for the best, but now you just seem salty.
- When I tried to make things right, you acted like a man-child. When I asked to meet with you alone a few months ago, that was me trying to make things right. I’m not about animosity or back-stabbing — I just don’t have time for that BS and I wanted it all to stop. But, of course, you thought this was about winning points. So, you turned up with your new girl and stayed for just twenty minutes to ‘talk’… or, you know, suck her face off. Yeah, real mature.
- You completely changed. I can’t believe that I ever trusted you. When I let you in and gave you a chance, you were a different person. You were decent and kind and loving. Now, you might have the same old face, but you’re a different guy. You’ve changed the way I look at men and relationships. If you can flip personalities like this, what’s there to say the next guy won’t do the same? So, thanks for showing me the truth — that I can’t trust anyone but me.