1. You cheated on me.
You threw away everything we had just to stick your tongue down the throat of a girl who has a bigger chest than me.
2. You wouldn’t admit it.
You lied countless times about girls and pictures and texts, and even after I caught you in the middle of lying you continued to try and weasel your way out of it. I told you many times that if you would have manned up and owned up to all of your mistakes we could have worked through them, but you chose to lie, and like always I found out.
3. You used my past against me.
After the dust had settled and I found out about you cheating on me I told you we must say goodbye—that is, until you tricked me into sticking around by claiming that without me you would be alone…so very alone that you might hurt yourself. This would be different if you didn’t know about my prior circumstances, about my father and the way I called his bluff. You knew that this would be all it took to get me to change my mind and keep you in my life, and that was pure emotional abuse that I do not deserve.
4. You crushed my self-esteem.
While I was with you I felt on top of the world. You loved to show me off. Everyone said you were so proud to have me, and I finally looked at myself as girlfriend material. I bought your smokes, I baked for you, I was the “hot older girl” you managed to tie down, and I always made sure I looked amazing when we left the comfort of our home so you could hold my hand and have everyone wish they were you. But now all I can think is, “If that isn’t enough to keep someone occupied, what is?”
5. You broke our most important promise.
If ever we found ourselves in a fight or battling to the point of tears where the truth needed to be told, we would simply put our hands in the air, touch them together as if we were high-fiving, and form a hug with our thumbs. No matter what was said, if one of us asked for a hand-hug and it was accepted we knew the truth was being told. I remember asking you for a hand-hug that night, and I remember how in the middle of you sobbing and begging me to stay, you hand-hugged that you never even kissed her.
6. You left.
You left me after swearing you wouldn’t. You packed up and moved a province away, and I almost followed. When I asked you about what would have happened if I didn’t know about your flaws before I uprooted my whole life to come and be with you, all you had to say was, “I was planning on telling you if you ever got here.”
I’m so glad I never followed you.