Everything started off good. I made it clear I wasn't looking for anything serious. You said you were perfectly fine with that.
We went out on a few dates and you wanted me to meet your family. "Just as a friend" you insisted. I reluctantly agreed to it.
I met you, parents, and sister. Your mom hated me from the start. I wasn't traditional. I didn't want a relationship. I wasn't perfectly innocent. What can I say? I am who I am.
We went out a few more times before you started hinting that you were catching feelings. I avoided the discussion like the plague. I didn't want serious. I told you repeatedly, I'm not capable of loving.
About a month in you said "I love you." I ignored it.
I eventually gave in about 3 months in and said it back. I liked you. You were fun to be around. You were a good person. You just had a few things I couldn't handle.
You were a mommy's boy, to the point of crying if she told you no.
You wouldn't work. You dad was a hard working man. I just couldn't understand how that didn't rub off on you.
I would reply with "I love you too." Because I wanted someone to hang out with. I know I shouldn't have done that. And I'm sorry.
I stayed with you for another year.
I finally had enough when I came home with you after class one day and your mom seen me and said "oh you brought the trash home with you" You didn't defend me. You laughed.
That gave me my out. You were lonely. You thought of me as trash just as she did.
I gave you your stuff back and left. I told you we could still be friends but I wasn't coming back around your family.
You went off the deep end at that point. I was working at the mall. Almost a month after we broke up I started seeing my now husband. You came to return "my" things. Most of which wasn't even mine. I guess you saw me and him together.
I got a message that night from my sister-in-law who was still friends with you on Facebook. You had posted a vlog on YouTube about me. You didn't say any names but everyone knew it was about me.
You would tell half truths about me just to make you look good and me look bad.
I guess I kissed my then boyfriend. According to you though I looked like a dog in heat.
You even made my Christmas gift to you make me look bad. I bought tickets to see your favorite team play. I asked that you drive since I didn't have a reliable car. At the time you we so excited you didn't care. Hell even while we were there you didn't care.
According to your vlog it was such a burden. I "made you" drive me all the way the and back.
You said that I didn't want anything to do with your family. In reality, I loved most of your family. But a few members made me miserable. You never once stood up for me.
I'm not here to right your wrongs. I'm not even sure why I wrote this. But just so you know, I am not the bitch you made me out to be.