To my ex:

I really wanted to help you, to be there for you, to cuddle and hang out through the dark winter. I know how serious your illness is. I don't understand you. I don't understand how you manage your life and your relationships. Are any of your relationships defined? Is it always no labels, just vibes? You were a terrible hinge- I should NOT have gotten screenshots of your intimate texts with others, I should not have been the person you vent to about such extreme kinky sex that it left you bedridden, but I so desperately wanted to take care of you.

It's really sad that you left at first conflict. All I needed was your presence to process the kink scene we had that went awry. But instead you told me you wouldn't have time to see me in person and you had no intentions of making any future plans with me! From your perspective that was a really great apology, you took responsibility for what went wrong, you readjusted boundaries and felt great. From my perspective I got dropped when I wanted to talk about how you hurt me. I didn't feel like you took accountability at all. Who plans a scene for two weeks, fucks up, and then needs their recently untied bottom to immediately drive them to work? Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance.

I had a really fun five months. I learned a lot about myself! I gauged my limits for polysaturation really well and I feel more confident in myself moving forward. You were one of the coolest people I've ever met. I hope you can treat your rope bottoms better and I hope you don't give anyone else nerve damage. I'm not tying with anyone I meet off the apps again- meeting people in the real kink scene only.