No, it’s not me. That’s not the reason why I can’t be with you anymore. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s your inability to be there when I need you, not once or twice, but every single time, it’s your inability to make decisions where you definitively choose me. It’s your incapacity to understand that you need to put as much effort in a relationship as the other person you are with. It’s the way you took me for granted.
It’s not me, it’s definitely you. It’s the way I’m always the first to text and call and make an effort and how you just laid back in this relationship and expected everything to be done for you. It’s the way you thought you could put in uncomfortable situations with people I don’t like simply because you wanted more people to hang out with when those people aren’t even your friends. It’s how you allowed your friends and family to walk all over me and didn’t once step in to protect me and yelled at me for saying “no” to them and protecting myself.
It’s not me, it’s a hundred percent you. It’s the way you assume it was my job to cater to you in this relationship and never to reciprocate. Change my plans to fit your schedule, answer the phone on the first ring when you rarely even look at yours.
No, I am not going to sit here and pretend the problem was me when very clearly it was you. You don’t get to treat me like I am nothing but a fire you need to warm your hands by only to douse it out when the time has come to leave. I am not a glass of water for you to drink from and throw the rest into the sink. I am better than that, I am the healing you desperately needed but chose not to see. So forgive me for saying what needs to be said here, it was unequivocally, a hundred percent you, not an ounce of this was on me.