I don’t know if this is the right thing to do.
My ego says no.
My pride says no.
My gut says no.
But my soul says yes.
My soul tells me I need to.
Because my unforgiveness is causing me more damage than it is causing you. Because you are living your life, happy, healthy, loving, laughing, living….and I am not.
With every word I write about how much I loathe you, my life seems to get a little bit worse somehow.
Or I seem to hurt a little bit more.
I have to stop hating you.
You have caused me more grief and mental damage than anyone else in my life. I have to believe that you’re not evil enough to have done this to me intentionally. No one could be that low. But the fact still remains that I have severe body issues because of you. I have severe emotional issues and I’m angry. I’m angry for allowing you to affect me as much as I did. I’m angry at myself. Keep in mind, this opinion and these feelings are subjective, so although you may think you’re a saint, and that you did no such thing, MY FEELINGS prove otherwise.
But for once and for all, if I ever want a chance at truly helping myself and being happy, I need to let my anger towards you, and my genuine hate for you, go. I was asked recently why I stuck around in your life for so long, and this person wanted to know your redeeming or “good” qualities. And I will never deny that you do have good qualities. Great ones even. But we both know, and you have previously admitted, that those great qualities were not “wasted” on me. They were kept for people who you believed were worthy of them. I was not. I was worthy of the “half-assed”. Half assed friendship that never genuinely asked how I was doing, and never truly cared either; half-assed mock relationship that had you telling me you cared about me then jumping into bed with countless women, even just to prove a point because you were angry with me because I left you at the mall with your friend; half-assed caring where you told me to take a taxi to the hospital because you were out with your friends when I needed you.
All of it, half-assed.
I have to let it all go. The good and the bad.
I will never forget how I felt seeing your face in the crowd after my first half and how I couldn’t wait to just get to you. I’ll never forget the effort you put in to make birthday special that one year. I wish I had more examples of the good, I really do. Regardless, I need to forget it all. I have to let it go.
So, December (nf), I forgive you. I forgive you and now I will try my hardest to forget you. I forgive you even if you think I don’t have anything to forgive you for. Because people like you really don’t accept they do anything wrong. Especially to people who they don’t believe are worthy. You think hookers are worthy and strippers and people who treat you badly – they are worthy. But others who stand by your side and support and encourage you….those are the ones who deserve to be treated like garbage. Disposable and only good enough to be shat on, called whores, and have their dignity and morals questioned.
I forgive you. But mostly I forgive myself for continuing to come back time and time again. For not loving myself enough and not believing I’m worthy enough to karate chop you right in your throat and turn my back on you after the first time you disrespected me. No. I don’t want to see your stripper ex’s tits. And no, I don’t want you to fill my phone with photos of your 23 year old prostitute girlfriend, or photos of Alaska.
No. No. I don’t. But you still did.
I will love myself moving forward, and only think of you as a lesson of how never to allow someone to take advantage of me, my kindness, my soul and take me for granted.
Ever again.