F*** you little boy
I hate you. I challenged you to look me in the eye and tell me straight up that you NEVER took s*** out on me- physically, mentally or emotionally- when I did absolutely NOTHING to deserve it. YOU COULDN'T DO IT. Well, F*** YOU. As soon as I can get out of this state- I'm going because, as far as I can see, there is NOTHING worth staying for. No, I'm not perfect but I AM a good woman and there are a scores of men out there that would love to step up and treat me well and be treated well in return. You said it yourself- 'you're the type of woman men WANT to marry'. But you knowingly put me through h*** and then can't even say 'I'm sorry' for it because why? Because it would be admitting that you're NOT God's gift to the earth? I caught you dead to rights last night and now I see what I'm worth- to you at least. Nothing. Your ego, your pride is more important than having to acknowledge that you hurt-MANGLED- someone you supposedly love. You don't love me. You don't.
But I love me. And that's why I'm going to walk out of this. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but soon. And the only thing I'll regret is wasting my time with the likes of you. Just like everybody else, you'll wait until I'm gone to figure out how important I was to you. And just like everyone else, you'll get the door slammed in your face. I can't wait.