Letter Two.

Dear you,
It's me.   I know how much you screwed me over - and I know how much of what you told me was a lie.   I believed every word that flowed from your mouth, and I would cling to your words like they were glue.  I feared to be myself because of you.  You treated me as if I was disposable, and you ignored my constant pleas for love and affection.  But now you've moved on and hopefully you're better to her.  I hope to God you are, for her sake.

Thanks for being such a huge prick, and pushing me away.  You made me find myself again.  You made me leave and I'm so glad.  It took a while to find me again, and it made me lose friends and lose sight of my goals for a while, but it was necessary.

Thanks for making me realize what I didn't want in a man.  Your constant put downs, and jabs for no good reason made me realize that love shouldn't hurt.   And love shouldn't be forced.  I found someone who loves me for me, all 110% of my imperfect me.  He loves my crooked smile, and my goofy laugh. He loves how I freak out, it makes his eyes dance with a light I've never seen anywhere before.   He knows not to talk when I've had a bad day, he holds me and listens.  He gave me children, which you vowed you'd never do, and they are the light of my life now.

Thanks again for making my life a living hell, because now I have what I've always wanted.  A loving family who loves me for me, and lets me be me.

Good luck in your life, hope you're not the same miserable soul you once were.

"p00hbear"