I am going to choose
to believe that I was not wrong about you and that my instinct was right.
If I do not choose to
believe these things; then the time that I knew you would have been a horrible
lie and a waste.
I loved you so very
much. I loved you without reservation. I loved you without limits. You were my
favourite.
So even though I hate
you so much there are times when I miss you and hate that you are no longer
part of my life.
The worst thing is
that there are the constant reminders of you in my life. The line in Rihanna’s
song ‘Cheers to that’ - “oh let the Jameson sink in” reminds me of you and your
friends. Every time I hear a Pit Bull song I remember you because you hate his
music. Then there are the photos.
- I hate you for making me love you
- I hate you for the absolute fucking destruction you have caused
- I hate that I cannot tell you how I feel because it is not my place and that you will never read this post
- I hate that I will never see you again
- I hate that we do not live in the same country so you will never experience the true force of my anger
- I hate you because you are not the person I thought you were
- I hate that you were not strong enough to fight for love and for family
- I hate you for being spineless
- I hate you for not facing your own demons in order to heal yourself and be the man you were destined to be
- But most of all I hate you for hurting someone that loves you so damn much and would have done anything for you. Someone who when you were together it seemed to the rest of us that nothing could ever break you apart
You have not only
lost an amazing person, but you lost people who loved you without reservation.
You left a trail of utter emotional and financial carnage without a
backward glance.
Yes, mistakes were
made on both sides. But you know what? She needed a strong person. A person
that would let her have her way but also knew when to tell her to pull her head in if she
was being a drama queen. She needed a person to pick her up and dust her off if
she had a bad day or missed her family. In return she would have given you the world (and more) and
all of herself; completely, utterly, without reservation.
At the end
of the day you were not strong enough.
Oh Ness - this post just tugged at my heart. I'm presuming that the "she" is you and pray that you can move on and that this person's destructive and hurtful behaviour will no longer touch you.
ReplyDeleteSending you a huge ((hug))
Awwwww Cate thank you. No the "she" isn't me. Just someone very close to me who is going through a relationship break-up. It's still affecting us as we are all close. I toyed with not publishing this but I checked with her first.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the hugs; they're appreciated.
Hope your week has been good. :)
You are an amazing friend. I would never be brave enough to post something like this, even though I have been sorely tempted at times. Your friend is incredibly lucky to have someone as strong and caring as you on her side.
ReplyDeleteI did not hit publish for days. Even now I wonder if it was the right thing to do. Anyway, I just had to get it out.
DeleteIt was the right thing to do....I am the person who this is about and I reread this over and over trying to work out why it happened. I wish he could read it, maybe it would impact him but then I realise that it would have impacted the old him, the person I married. Not the person he is now. And yes to those who commented, Ness is an amazingly special person to me. xoxo
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