Ok. I am going to write him a letter. And I’m going to be honest. And it’s going to be real. And that will be ok. So get ready.
You have hurt me. More than you’ll ever know. You’ve hurt my family and my friends. Most importantly, you’ve hurt your child and yourself.
When we were together, you made everything about you. Grant it, I allowed it. I let you be the king of the castle. But, instead of sharing your reign, you reigned over me and made me the servant.
I did everything I could to fit into your idea of the type of woman you wanted. Everything. I quit school, had your baby naturally, I pushed my parents away, I let my credit go to shit, gave up all my money and did pretty much whatever you asked.
You were spoiled. My mom bought you and I a car. You paid for not even half of it and when something went wrong, you cursed at my mom as if it was her fault.
You talked about my family like they were the scum of the earth, but then turned around and was ready to accept a hand out from them.
You talked about my dad and what him and my mom went through and called him a bitch, but was so ready to call and talk to him about man stuff as if he was your father the next day. And did so often.
You treated my mom like she had spit on you and all she did was offer to help you get me a ring so you could properly propose to me. But instead of accepting you cried and got offended. And your reasoning? Because she was trying to belittle your manhood.
But your family were saints right?
Your mother caused your credit score to drop drastically over a fridge she didn’t pay you back for or make payments on. Then she let the brand new fridge go to shit. SHe promised you $2000 to go towards a car and then avoided us for weeks. She also smoked weed while watching our infant child and tried to lie about it.
Your dad abandoned you and your brother and you look to him like he’s Zeus himself. He threatened to take your dog because he was attractive & he took money from you like he deserved it.
Your brother said to my face that he didn’t give a fuck that I was pregnant after I confronted him about washing his own dishes. He was 28 at the time.
Your mother married a man with 6 kids and no job, took care of them and kicked you out because you wouldn’t let her use your car to go buy them food. One Christmas she bought you and your brother toys and then took them all back the next day. She got you all a two bedroom apartment once and not only left you at nights to bartend with no food, but also slept on the couch because she had filled the two rooms with trash so you had nowhere to sleep.
My parents embraced your stinking ass like you were their own because they love me.
Every time we tried to do something as a family you sat in the corner like a sad puppy hating on us and talking shit.
You expected me to have sex with you just because we were together. At times being nasty if I didn’t want to.
You stopped using toothpaste, deodorant, stopped bathing with regular soap. You ate whole cloves of garlic and didn’t want to go to the dentist. You refused to see a doctor concerning an abscess growing on your armpit that permitted you from closing your arm. You chipped your tooth while flossing.
I had to beg you to watch the little girl when you got off work and I had to beg you to spend time with us as a family. But instead of helping me you wanted to smoke weed and fix your garden and walk your dogs.
I had no friends. Only you. But when I wanted to go out, you criticized me for being money hungry and lazy.
You let your aunt that aborted all but one of your uncle’s kids tell you that I was a gold digger when she took him to court for his business, money, retirement, etc. Drove him crazy. Then you took our child to your grandmothers house where her 50 year old son lives that the family thinks she was molesting because they shared a bed until he was almost 30.
You told me to get rid of a baby because we weren’t doing well. Then you let your mother tell people the baby wasn’t yours. You let your mother call me a whore on several occasions and I had only been with one other person than you after we broke up.
You told me that we would be better off living a part. Then treated me like I ruined your whole life when I actually did.
You told your lawyer that I abandoned our child and that I was unfit after you saw a picture of me with my new boyfriend on my Instagram and got mad over a year later. You stalk me online and you stalk my friends and family.
I paid your mortgage, only asked for $200 to go towards daycare, let you use my car for a whole summer, supported you, made you a home…
That day I threw the garden can and it hit you, we should have ended it there. I am sorry it hit you. But didn’t you at that point think, “maybe I should let her go?”
You refuse to grow up and see your faults. You only see what you think are mine and you know what? I’m going to pray for you.
I pray for your guidance. I pray for your strength. I pray that you let all that anger and bitterness go. I pray that you are healthy. I pray that God has mercy on your soul when you go to judgement.
I’m not even going to wish you to hell. I’m going to pray that you get better.
I’m not battling you. I’m battling the terrible spirit in you.
I pray for you Deadbeat.
And I pray for me too.
-Out of My mind