Honey, I don’t love you anymore.

I don’t care.

I. Do. Not. Care.

I know the truth; it’s an ugly truth.  Thank goodness I’ve been separated from it.  Thank goodness I’m free, now.  Thank goodness I have the insight to keep away from it, from now on.  I’m not afraid to speak publicly about it here, anymore, and I have the clarity now to understand how futile and unnecessary it is to explain or defend anything.

You lured me in at my most vulnerable, built me up, and then tore me down, repeatedly.  You mindfucked me, because you, yourself are mindfucked.  The day you realize just how awful you were, and are just as equally sorry, will be the day you aren’t a terrible, selfish, ignorant person.  But, you won’t.  If you did, I would have known by now, because you would have been a man, not a coward, or oblivious.

It doesn’t matter what you do now.

It doesn’t matter how you are now with someone else.

It doesn’t matter if they’re "better".

That doesn’t remedy what you did.  And, I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out not to have changed at all.

Time tells all truths.