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We Are Done.

We are done. You don't get to hurt me anymore. You are blocked and I have fucking moved on. You don't get to keep destroying my life. You don't exsist anymore. Things you have said cannot be unsaid.  I'm not living with you're insanity anymore. You ruined me because of you're mental health issues and need for attenion...that's not even the ultimate betrayal. That comes later.

...when our son realizes what you taken from him.

But for now... I am fucking done. You're right we are fucking nothing... But I won't be around for you're next fucking nostalgia trip. Far fucking from it. I have goals, I have things left to accomplish.. it's fine to get back to them.

I will never be happy with you and there is someone else. So any further communication is useless. Part of me feels really good that I stood my ground with you no matter what it fucking cost me.. and telling you that we were done and to fuck off and that you were gone and blocked makes me feel like a million bucks. This was never on your terms.. you were never in control. That's you're fucking problem not mine. I don't need to be in control. I just need to be me.

You're always going to make me the villian in some demented tragic love story between us... I'm not fucking interested.. if you need or want me to be the villian, so fucking be it... I don't care... I like being the bad guy... I'm fine playing the villian. They are always cooler anyways. There was a time I cared for you deeply.... There was a time where I hated you... There was even a time when I thought I could forgive... Now there is nothing.

I just pity you.

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