I’m sorry for sounding like a bitch but there is no possible way that I’m going to forgive you for what you’ve done, let alone forget it. You hurt me too badly. You left a mark on my heart that’s impossible to scrub clean.
I appreciate that you’re making an effort for once. I really do. But it’s a little too late. You should have been putting in effort from the start. You should have given me respect since day one.
The only reason you are finally changing your ways is because I am about to walk away. Because you now realize that I am no longer going to put up with your bullshit. This is your last ditch effort to change my mind, to show me that you can be different, to convince me not to leave.
I’m sorry, but your plan is not going to work. I am not going to make the mistake of trusting you again. I am not going to risk opening my heart up to you again after what you did the last time.
I will hear what you have to say. I will listen to your apologies. I will even do you the courtesy of believing them. But there is no way in hell I am going to give you a second chance. I’m not that stupid — or maybe I’m not that nice — but either way, it’s not going to happen.
You can’t erase the past. You can’t change what you have done to me. You can’t fix something that is this broken.
I know you have your heart set on making things right, which is sweet of you, but I don’t need closure. I don’t need false promises. I don’t need more of your time and attention.
To be honest, I would rather have you out of sight and out of mind. I would rather have the chance to move on. I would rather remove you from my world and never hear a word from you again.
If you really are sorry about what you’ve done to me, then instead of texting me the same apologies that you have already given me ten times, stop texting me. Stop asking me to come see you. Stop trying to convince me to forgive you. Stop trying to make me like you again.
I appreciate the sentiment. I really do. I’m glad you realized what you have done wrong and know it takes a lot of courage to admit to your mistakes. I’m proud of you for that. I hope it means you aren’t going to hurt anyone else in the same way in the future. I hope it means you’re growing, maturing.
But I don’t want you to make things right. I just want you to go away. You don’t deserve a place in my universe — and I no longer feel guilty about saying that. It’s the truth.
I deserve better. I realize that now. That’s why I’m cutting you out of my life forever. I’m sorry, but it’s something that I have to do.