I stopped giving out second chances to people who hurt me. People who act distant and douchey one day and then turn around, all smiles, and act like they actually give a shit.
I am not going to accept that kind of Jekyll and Hyde routine. I am not going to let you treat me like an afterthought when you have better things to do with your life and then treat me like a friend when you are in the mood to acknowledge my existence.
I am not going to pretend nothing is wrong when you come around again with a smile on your face and ask questions about how I’m doing. You would already know how I was doing if you were a permanent part of my life. You would already know if you cared half as much as you claimed you did.
I’m sorry, but I’m not going to make you more comfortable by playing nice, by playing pretend, by acting like you haven’t been pissing me off lately. I’m not going to tell you the same pretty little lies you tell yourself every morning.
But I’m not going to curse you out either, because you aren’t relevant enough. You aren’t worth the energy it would take to raise my middle finger. You aren’t worth the time it would take to tell you to go fuck yourself. You aren’t worth anything at all.
Believe it or not, I’m still a strong supporter of the benefit of the doubt. In seeing the best in people. In giving out more than one shot. But if you screw me over more than once, I’m not going to give you a second (or really, a third) chance. I’m a kind person — but I’m not a stupid person.
I’m not going to let you treat me like shit when you’re drunk and blindly accept your apologies when you’re sober. I’m not going to erase your mean text messages and act like they were only a fluke. I’m going to screenshot them. I’m going to look at them every time I have the urge to feel bad for you. I’m going to let them remind me what kind of person you really are.
You’re the kind of person who thinks they can get away with any indiscretion. Who thinks they can be forgiven for the most unforgivable things. Who thinks that they can destroy someone’s entire life and that person will just sit there and take it. Who thinks they’re unstoppable. Who thinks they’re untouchable.
You’re the kind of person I want nothing to do with — and no amount of guilt is going to make me change my mind.
After what I went through with you, I stopped letting other people walk over me. I stopped letting them abuse me emotionally. I stopped giving out second chances to people who have made it clear that I am not a priority.
And I mean it when I say that I am happier than I have ever been before.