Fuck you

You crossed the line. You lied to me. You did the unspeakable, betrayed and exploited my trust. My vulnerabilities, my secrets you shared out of resentment, anger, and hurt. Your MO purely intentional and spiteful. That’s a great nickname btw. Our break up was my fault and there are plenty of reasons why. It makes me sick that I bought into your BS that you loved me, always will and I’ll never know just how much. Don’t come to Judy’s bday. I never want to see you again. Stay the fuck out of my life and my business. My friends are not your friends. If you wanted information you could of just asked instead of fucking games. I own my dysfunction. You’re always the fucking victim. Good luck with that.