I read it. I knew I would. I should have read it sooner.
And I didn’t cry. I laughed.
“If this is _”
Of course it is. My number has never changed since I first got a cell phone.
You lied. I knew you were fucking lying and gaslighting me. You said we were taking a break, until we both go to therapy. And you delete my number? It’s no wonder you never reached out to me all this time. You knew exactly what you were doing, and how you were making me feel. Which brings me to:
“I’m sorry if I was an asshole to you”
So, so close. Close to being a proper apology. But not close enough.
Most adults know that including that “if” took away all meaning of that. “If” implies that they aren’t really taking responsibility.
The fact that you lied and deleted my number, half-assedly apologized, and didn’t even answer whether or not you also have gotten better through therapy yet, but still replied, is baffling.
Then after I reply, reblocked me and tells me to just let it go, as if you didn’t fucking traumatize me. Yikes.
I feel so good. I and all of my friends were right. It was fake. And I can finally be at peace, knowing that I was right from the start about you.
