You're my other half and one of the largest pieces of my heart.
So when he hurts you, it kills me.
When you guys first got together, you were so happy. Naturally, I was happy for you.
But soon, things started to change and that happiness began to fade.
He started to lie, put you on the back burner, treat you as merely an option and rarely ever a priority.
He treats you like shit, and he's not there to deal with the hurt he causes, I am. And I always will. Because that's my job.
Then when he turns around and says sorry, you help to make excuses for him.
And I know how it is, believe me, you know I've been there.
But the worst part about sitting back and watching this is the damage he's causing you.
Damage that could take years to repair.
His asshole-ishness is causing you to question yourself, doubt yourself.
You've begun to wonder why you're not good enough, what you need to change if you're worthy of being loved.
And now that? That I have a problem with. That right there is going to get him punched in the throat.
Because you are so worthy of love. So worthy of truth, affection, loyalty, and dedication.
So fucking worthy of everything you've ever dreamed of.
You deserve the world and then some. You know what you don't deserve?
You don't deserve to drown in a puddle of tears because he feels like being a dick.
You don't deserve to feel alone in a relationship. You don't deserve to drain yourself of all this energy trying to love enough for the both of you.
And he damn sure doesn't deserve you. But I have faith in you.
I know that one day, you will finally have had enough. One day, you will stop making excuses for him.
You will realize that you were never the problem, he was.
You will realize that you want more and you will refuse to accept anything less.
I know that because you are strong. One of the strongest people I know, actually. You've just been temporarily blinded by love. It happens to the best of us.
That day will come, hopefully, sooner than later. And until then, I will be impatiently waiting.
And you finally reach it, we will battle the heartbreak together, as we place all of those beautiful broken pieces back together.
And I mean, if you want to go slash his tires or anything, you know I'm down for that too.
I love you.
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