To the Ex
Dear you,
You are the most emotionally exhausting person I have ever met.
Not because you’re “misunderstood.”
Not because people were unfair to you.
Not because everyone else was “too sensitive.”
Because you leave destruction everywhere you go and then stand in the ashes pretending you have no idea how the fire started.
You manipulate situations so casually it’s terrifying. You disappear when people need you, come back when you want attention, then punish everyone for reacting to the chaos you created. You treat friendship like a power game, affection when it benefits you, cruelty when someone stops feeding your ego.
And somehow you still expect loyalty.
You talk behind people’s backs, twist conversations, play victim the second someone confronts you, and then act morally superior while refusing to take accountability for a single thing you’ve done.
You want all the grace in the world while giving none.
You call people dramatic after pushing them to their breaking point. You accuse others of starting drama while you quietly poison every room with passive aggression, gossip, and emotional whiplash. You disappear instead of communicating because ghosting people is easier than admitting you were wrong.
And honestly? The most pathetic part is how predictable it all became.
Everyone had to manage your moods. Everyone had to tiptoe around your ego. Everyone had to accept being disrespected because confronting you meant getting cursed out, blamed, ignored, or rewritten into the villain in whatever fake version of reality you created for yourself that day.
You are not brutally honest. You are just cruel.
You are not guarded. You are emotionally immature.
You are not the victim of every failed friendship you’ve had.
At some point you are going to have to face the fact that the common denominator in all this damage is you.
One day you’re going to look around and realize people stopped trying not because they “abandoned” you, but because they got tired of being emotionally used and then punished for caring.
You can only burn bridges for so long before you’re finally forced to sit alone with the smoke.
And deep down?
I think you already know exactly why that’s happening.