I never loved you because of the school you went to, the degree you got, the car you drive, the job you worked, the clothes you wear or the place you lived in. I loved you for you.
When you left me for those reasons, it hurt. When you told me I didn’t deserve to be you partner, it really hurt. But what hurt most was that you knew what I’ve gone through in the past year, knew I was really hurting and struggling, and proceeded to tell me that you fell out of love with me essentially because of it.
I cried and told you that I was sorry, that I knowI haven’t been my best and that I would try harder. That I wanted to work it out. But you didn’t care. You never told me you were unhappy, and then didn’t give me a chance to make you happy when you finally revealed it. You just left me.
You made me feel like I had no value.
But I’ve healed and become stronger. And I appreciate what you did, because in that moment you showed me who you truly are. I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t communicate how they feel or tell someone when they‘re making a mistake. I don’t want to be with someone who loves another person for their status or money. I don’t want to be with someone whose love is dependent on the other person not hurting or struggling.
I’m glad you left me. I’ve been working hard on making myself better and I’m not going to stop. When you eventually seek me out, you’ll see the difference. But if you ask for me back, I’ll say no.
When people hurt you over and over, think of them as sandpaper. They scratch and hurt you, but in the end you are polished and they are all used up.