I struggled even at the thought of writing. Funny that. That’s the extent of what you did to me.
I wrote this to you here because I know you read this. I know you enough to know that should I reply to your emails, you will write another one and the last thing I want is to see any part of you attempting some form of communication with me after what you did. And you comment, everyone that reads this will know who you are. Even you are not that stupid.
Your apologies mean nothing to me. Nothing at all. I am a forgiving person, you know this. I love my friends, more than life itself and would do anything for them. You know this. I held you in my arms when you cried about this months before, I warned you, I stood by you, I even took a hit literally for you. Yet I still protected you, shielded you and kept everything you said for you. Why? Because you were my friend and friends stand by each other.
I took a risk for you. Against everything, against my own head. For you.
You stabbed me in the back to the one person that you knew could potentially hurt me and my family. All for your selfish needs.
“I love him Yvette”- Not good enough
“I’m sorry Yvette”- Not good enough
“You don’t understand what its like to be in love”- Not good enough
“I over reacted with my emotions”- Not good enough
“I just want everything to go back to the way it was.”
Grow up. Your 32.
Not. Fucking. Good. Enough.
Why?
1.) Your 32. Never mind me, Your jealousy almost ruined a 23 year old girl’s life. She never did anything to you. You weren’t the apple of his eye anymore and that caused you to spread lies. You know who else did that? No body. Your one in a million. How does it feel? Did you really think that you could have a future? You know what, I don’t even care what you thought. I bet it’s something stupid.
2.) I’m your friend. You used me as bait.
3.) You knew he could just as easily come after my family. By that I mean my sister. Not cool when you get my family involved. Hurt turns to anger.
4.) Your 32. These mistakes should not be mistakes. My own dog can tell the difference between left and right. But then again, my dog doesn’t beg either.
5.) You have no dignity. And you have proven it time after time.
So.
When I said to you I never want to see your face again. Ever. That included hearing from you. No messages, no emails, no skype. No, nothing.
To sum it up. Your apology is not accepted. When you come to Melbourne, you go out of your way to avoid me. When I get to London, you make sure I do not bump into you.
One more email /text/phone call from you, and I will make your life hell. I swear to god I will. You so much as even think about coming near my family, I will inform yours of your escapades. I will inform your work of them too. I will ruin everything you have worked so hard for. You know I can.
Leave me alone. Take this as closure. Or hate mail. I don't really give a damn. Time will not make it better, but it will make me forget you even existed.
