I’ve thought about it. And thought about it even more. But I realise that it’s about time I let you go.
That day when I went to see you, I hugged you. Instead of screaming or yelling. Or slapping you right in the face. I hugged you and told you it was okay. Whatever you felt. And then later on I realised, that’s how it’s always been hasn’t it. As long as you’re good, we’re good. When you told me you had to tell your mum about me going to UM to go see you and that I was being a distraction. You blamed me for something that you shouldn’t have. And it wasn’t the first time. I guess that’s when I decided to draw the line.
I need not explain further. You know me well enough to know how much bullshit I’ve dealt with. And you’re the one who’s always said that you’re the female version of him. I guess in some ways that’s true. You’re both the people I’ve come to love the most so far. And the people who have treated me the worst.
I’m walking away now. And you can blame it on me if you want to. Or bitch about the situation (and me) to the world like you always do. I just don’t want to care anymore right now. And someday I know I won’t.