Go away.
You can stop at the title if you want. We both know you're incapable of taking accountability. But hey, you can read on if you want too, maybe find some new fuel for your rage. Another thing we both know is that you have the time. (One thing you might not have known is that my neighbor has a camera, and she's noticed you walking and driving by a lot.)
I was turning my world upside down trying to make space for you during what was also one of the worst times in my life. And you couldn't even have an honest conversation with me. Though you were speaking more honestly than I realized when you said I was "reading too much" into things. (By which I mean you. I read WAY too much into you.)
Instead of waiting, you went and played in the trash. Did you think it would make me jealous to see you messing with broken, desperate girls? (I'm not judging them. I was broken, too.) It made me sick, but not because I was jealous. Because I wondered how I had gotten so caught up on such a sh*tty person. But at least now you've tracked that sh*t all over the internet, so future girls can see what you really are.
And hey, we that went before, we should probably thank you. By the time I found out about the other girls, I saw they not only survived you but were thriving without you. You practically drew me a map for getting away from you. Now I'm thriving, too. I assume that's why you're circling, so let me do what you never did for me and be forward: I'm never going to speak to you again. That's why this letter will remain unsent. But if by some unholy miracle you happen to find it? I suggest you go back to the title.