Dear Ex-Boyfriend,
Over a year ago now, I broke up with you. I’m not sorry I did it.
Okay, I know that sounds harsh, but let’s review. When we first started dating, you were the perfect boyfriend: attentive, respectful, and caring. In the course of one year and eight months, that changed. While you still had your moments of being all of those things, you frequently passed on spending time with me, your girlfriend, to spend time with your fraternity brothers. Don’t get me wrong: I love my sisters more than life itself, but when you’re in a relationship, you need to spend time with your significant other, too. Also, last time I checked, you got to make out with me, not them.
In short, you didn’t spend time with me. I tried my best to make it work despite that, but a girl can only take so much. I know I wasn’t a perfect girlfriend, and I used to try to say that it was equally my fault, but you know what? It wasn’t.
You say you still harbor resentment for the break up, but the only person you can be mad at is YOU. You knew better. You knew I needed more than five minutes of your time. You knew because I told you. I am done being sympathetic. I am done sharing the blame. It’s been a year. It’s taken me a year to realize that I am not to blame.
Do you know that it isn’t easy being friends with you? You broke my heart. Do you think it’s easy putting that aside and slapping a smile on my face and trying to be nice to someone who wouldn’t make time for me? I wish I would have realized that it wasn’t worth it earlier, but thank you for making it perfectly clear by ignoring me, treating me like crap, and generally being a dick.
I suppose I’m partially to blame. I was naive to think you could change. I was naive to believe we could actually be friends or that you could care about me. I was wrong to believe that. I was wrong for trying. But I’m over it. I’m moving on.
Grow up. Get over it. The only person to be mad at is yourself. Take your resentment and douchebaggery elsewhere. When you can treat me like a human being or make a damn effort, you can call me. I can’t guarantee that we’ll be friends then because I’m done trying. And I’m staying done for as long as I damn well please.
Allie
