I don't hate you, I'm just not your biggest fan.
First and foremost, I wanted to start off by saying thank you. Thank you for showing me the way I wanted to be treated. Coming to college and leaving you behind was such a great decision on my part. After we broke up, I was able to finally be picky about the guys I was interested in. I knew the sweet talkers because you were one of them.
You had me hooked from the beginning, calling me beautiful and complimenting me every single day. You wanted to see me every chance you got, and I was completely okay with it. You were supportive of me doing things I knew I probably shouldn't be doing. You were okay with me putting off my homework to hang out with you, not studying because I'd rather be watching television with you, blowing off practice so I could hang with you, and so much more.
I skipped Father's Day because you wanted us to hang out with your dad. You told me I'd have time with mine; I had two hours while yours had eight. I missed Thanksgiving with my family because you insisted we have it with yours. You screamed at me and argued with me until you got your way. I missed out on so much from high school because of you. I skipped football and basketball games because you didn't want to go. I missed out on high school parties because you didn't feel comfortable going. I missed out on sleepovers with my friends because you wanted to see me 24/7. The first few weeks of college are the most important, but I spent so much of them worried about you. You were arguing with me because I was making new friends, and you weren't. You constantly wanted me to come home to see you when I was trying to find my place here. You were becoming oh-so clingy and I couldn't handle it anymore.
Not only were you addicted to my “presence”, but you were also addicted to your appearance. You were more worried about putting money into your truck than you were into taking me to Dairy Queen for a Blizzard. You were more concerned about which Hollister shirt to wear to the party than you were if I even wanted to go. The special radio for your truck's stereo system, the gun you just had to have, the amount of weights you could bench press, and what you were drinking at the party were more important than me. Yeah, that’s right; you were just interested in bragging rights, your appearance, and what you could get from me.
Thank you though, you taught me a lot. Always pleasing you taught me how to be selfless. Because of you, I learned that everything doesn't have to be about me, but I also know that I'm worth having someone that wants to know all about me. I learned patience by always sitting around and waiting for you. I now know it's okay to wait in line at the store, to wait for my friends to be ready to go out; I know the value of time. Thank you for teaching me how to save money- while you refused to spend any money on our dates, and while it did frustrate me incredibly at the time, I now know the importance of saving. Thank you for helping me learn to grow a thick skin. Listening to the lies you tell people about me in my home-town made me realize how much better off I am without you. It’s amazing to me how many people are willing to listen to your lies and spread them, but if it makes you feel better…. Thanks for helping me realize how negative you were and how poisonous you were becoming for me. I had to get away from you; my life is so much more positive now.
With all this being said, have a good life. Thank you for letting the sunshine back into my life after we broke up. Even though our door is shut and locked, a new beautiful window has opened for me.
