Need Burned

(I think I'm very angry tonight.)

Sometimes (more like a lot of times), I just wish I could tell it to his face:

"I resent you not for breaking up with me because I know you struck gold with me, and it's really your loss -- I am one in a million; you wouldn't find anyone quite as good as me within the 10-mile radius of Tigard you call your world. Instead, what I resent you for is the way you treated me at the end. You sacrificed me to reinforce your stance -- your belittled me, you put me down, you insulted me ... and you discredited my love for you. You sacrificed your integrity and self-respect to be right, to feel secure in all your issues and insecurities, to hide, to further your "God Complex". You put me down to push yourself up. You will never find anyone good because all the smart women with options would be able to smell your awful stench of ethical compromise from a mile and a half away. Any self-respecting woman would not be stupid enough to compromise herself to be with you. I've learned that. Go, and live your miserable little life."

But after writing it out, I think I'm gonna have to burn it.
(And yet, even today, I'm still waiting for him to come around and admit that he was out of line and treated me badly, but it's most probably never going to happen.)