I hate that I still care about you. I hate that I trusted you enough to tell you about the sexual abuse in my past I've kept secret for 13 years. I hate that everyone in my life thinks I'm obsessive over this lack of closure. I hate that your friends that liked me make condescending comments on my social media, what did you tell them? I'm so angry that you wont even respond to my friends now, yet you did when the shutout began. They just want my possessions back. When did you decide you hated me? Was being worried for your life such a horrible thing? I'm so angry that you lied instead of saying you needed a few days of isolation.
I'm so angry that I can't let go of broken people until they tell me to f**k off. I'm angry that I can't fall in love again right now. I'm angry that you helped me overcome some of my issues and get help yet you refuse to get help yourself. I hate that I feel like I owe you for that. I hate that I believed all the sweet things you said to me, I'm livid that you ran away as soon as effort was required.
I'm so p*ssed that you consider shallow men who get their sex with no relationship required as "kind", they moved on, they weren't waiting for you like I was. They didn't make you feel safe for months like I did. I'm absolutely furious that my concern is cruelty in your eyes.