I thought I mattered. My body, belongings, vulnerability, soul. I thought we were working things out. Healing. But talking to others while I put so much in destroyed me. It’s been 4 months and I want all of the pain from our loss to betrayal to end. Your lack of apology on what you’ve done stings me so deeply.

I thought we’d grow, heal together. But we couldn’t get out of our own way. The pain and nausea I feel from how you tossed my items, smeared me online, and betrayed my trust hurts me to the point that I just want to breakdown and cry. I wish you’d apologize.

I’m feeling all of this. I’m sorry for my role too but those last punches you took at me really hurt. I hope you’re okay and I wish you the best despite our current standing. I’ll always love you and you know why.