LE
You were my first real boyfriend. Middle school love. Silly goofy but heartfelt none the less. We dated for a long time, and I really cared about you but just not in the way you wanted me to, you know? I liked you more as a super good friend. And for you to come at me, OUT OF THE BLUE in English class and tell me I was supposed to be with you, and you should have taken my v, and that I was an asshole for breaking your heart when you dumped me?? Look, I will say sorry for breaking your heart, yes. I feel pretty bad knowing that you loved me a lot more than I even liked you, or else you never would have felt that way. But honestly, when you said that, you creeped me out. I can’t even look at your pictures the same now. I had just lost someone I’d been with for years and who the fuck do you think you are coming out of nowhere saying that to me like a weirdo? I’m sorry if I broke your heart. But you did NOT deserve any of the things you said you wanted. I mean, my God guy. No. Fuck you very much, stay away from me.

Dh
Dude, I just don’t even want to talk about you. Sorry for my end of things, fuck you very much. Also please stop stalking me.

S
I know one day you’re probably going to read this, so I don’t want to be ugly to you. And honestly, I don’t feel like I have to be. I had a lot of really great times with you. You were a lot of my firsts, and I don’t just mean that. I mean my first true sense of attention. The first person to show me how valuable I am. And you really had a way of showing it. But dammit,  you crushed my heart so bad I never recovered from that. The cheating, the lying, the drugs, the ignoring... I was SO TRULY in love with you. You were everything I wanted and needed and I would have spent my entire life content with you until you started doing that stuff. And it nearly killed me. To have someone that showed so much love and affection and appreciation for me like I did for them turn on me the way you did... you should have just broken things off easy. But instead you had to make me hate you to leave. And I get it, I was clingy. I mean, I really really loved you. A love I have never been able to replicate (I love my kid but this is different, a motherly love like she’s my whole world not an I choose to spend an eternity with this person kind of love) and has haunted me ever since. I don’t think you understand the damage you left me with when you did all of those things. I’ve never known if you knew what my mom was doing. But, you did it too. And then you cheated on me, you lied to me, you lead me on, you you know whated me in the back of the car of the girl you were cheating on me with... ugh there’s just so much that was in that last year that ruined love for me... BUT. What I will say, is thank you for all the good times. And thank you for leaving an impression on me that taught me what not to put up with and an expectation in me of what I want to have in a future relationship. You taught me a lot, and I have a lot of very great memories with you when I was in a very dark place in my life, so I truly thank you for that. You were the light that allowed me to push through the darkness in my house. And I appreciate that. So fuck you... kinda much?

TS.
You know. I really fucking hate you. But I love you at the same time. Not because of who you are but because of who I am now. When I met you I was in a bad place. Cheated on, broken, suffering from an internal battle from losing my children and always asking myself “Why am I not good enough?” You showed me how proud of myself I should be. In leaving him and being on my own again, to kindling things with you, I learned a lot about myself. I learned that I am worth it. I am capable of independence. I am not a burden. I am not too much. I am happy with my career, and I would have taken one like it-this wasn’t a gift from him. This was me. All me. I got myself through my mother. I got myself through high-school. I got myself through trade school. I built everything by me for me. I DONT NEED ANYONE. And I’m happy with that. However. Fuck you. You broke my heart. You built a confidence in me then tried to steal it away. You and your childish mentality, sneaking out of mommy’s house to see me at 19 fucking years old?? Nope. Breaking up with me, on my birthday none the less, all because I was in a car accident and couldnt answer your call or text? Yeah, we were fighting. But it was a fight because of your immatuity. You had no balls to say "Hey mom, I’m 19, I’m going to hang out with my girlfriend and I don’t really care if you have an opinuon on it." But no, you were too much of a pussy to say anything to mommy dearest. You’d rather lie and say you’re bowling with friends than out with me? Fuck you. You’re an idiot. It showed me a lot about your true character to break up with me because YOU were scared I would leave you and then try to bad mouth me around town saying all these inappropriate things. But hey it’s okay because everyone knows your dirty secrets. I’m glad we reconciled things and are acquaintances again, but honestly, I never got to tell you how I really felt. So fuck you very much. Oh, and btw, your dick IS small. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings when you asked. Oops. Did I say that out loud??

T.M.
Sheeshkabob. You were a nightmare. But, frankly enough, I miss you sometimes. I know things got weird for us, and honestly we never really were official so it’s okay. I know your dad had cancer the first time we were trying. I know you were struggling and scared. But I am hurt from the way you treated me like a sex object you just had to have. Believe me, I know. I give FANTASTIC you know what and this? Yeah, top notch. I was aware. However, I also have feelings. So thanks for trying to appreciate my assets but you should have dimmed it down. I did have a lot of fun in our time together though. As for the second time. The way that shit ended?? Yeah, no. That was not cool man. You drug me around. Talking to 20 girls and I was actually SERIOUSLY giving you a shot. I was ready to really be all in with you, 100%. I was ready to walk away. But you were hurt because your dad died. You were emotionally targeting me. You were angry. You were lashing. You pointed a finger at me for something in every conversation. Things that didn’t even make sense. I was so in love with you, I was blinded and you just wanted to beat me down. To rage out all your emotions about your dad on me, and I have taken so much abuse from people for taking their shit out on me that I couldn’t take anymore at the time. So I cut the ties. And then I was the bad guy for it. You came around one year later, and I was pregnant. And THANK GOD I never had sex with you at your house because it all happened so fast I would have thought she might have been yours. Anyways. You came around and had the fucking AUDACITYYYY to tell me I was a shut and that I should have been with you and I fucked you over??? Bro, it wasn’t 3 months later that I found out you had been talking to another chick (who now you’re married to) the ENTIRE time, even in this confrontation. So yeah. Fuck you very much.

So yeah. Hopefully this will make me feel better. I have been carrying this around for years wearing it all like a slab of armor while it continues to tear me down inside because back then I was just too nice to say anything to you guys, but now all of it has made me a stone cold killer. I have 0 fucks to give and I might be a bit damaged from all of you guys, so hopefully this helps me recover from all that mess you guys left in my heart and soul. I’ve done a lot of work but there’s still a lot of work to be done and I dont know if I’ll ever be the same. Honestly, I feel a little better right now so hopefully this actually did help. Move along now. Lol