He thinks it was revenge. Revenge for breaking my heart. Does he not know that a broken heart stems from love? Does he not know me at all after all this time?
He said he will never forgive me. I said “why would I care if you forgave me?”
It us only important whether or not I could have forgiven myself for standing by, watching, an not doing anything to prevent any more heartache.
It was for her. It was because I saw someone getting the crap beat out of them every day, by a lie they were unaware of that was growing daily. How do you stand by, when you see someone getting set up for the kill, against their own wishes, and do nothing?
It was for her Scott. It wasn’t about you.
You devastate me, and then wouldn’t let me go.
As the weeks went on, I saw what you were doing to her. You were still telling me you didn’t want a loving relationship. She obviously thought she was in one. She had no idea, none, that daily you were laughing inside, as you tried to get me to see you Sundays, Wednesdays. And if it wasn’t me, because it wasn’t, soon enough it would have been Samantha, or someone. Because you don’t know why you can’t have whoever you want whenever you want.
Your dream, to have a different woman every night of the week. Your fantasy.
Her fantasy and mine, to have a man who loved them, and was faithful to them, and building something that bordered on miraculous.
It was for her. I couldn’t stand by and watch you play with someone else the way you did with me. I couldn’t watch as you set someone else up for a fatal blow at a time of your choosing. You know I cannot remain silent, and watch someone get hurt. If you don’t know that about me, it’s because you didn’t pay any attention, you just took what you could from me.
I told you, if you want to be loved, then be lovable. Your actions are not separate from the person that you are, they are a physical manifestation of who you are.
Who you are, right now, is not lovable, because you used two women for your own purposes, oblivious to the pain you would cause. I told you to stop acting wounded. You have no idea what a wound is. You didn’t love either one of us. You are incapable of loving someone. You are only capable of stealing from them, to bolster the empty hole that is your heart. Stealing their pure love, their energy, their lives, so that you can believe you are valuable because these two women love you.
I have told you 100 times, I saw your soul. Maybe 1000. You know it was true, you know I knew things about you I shouldn’t have known because you didn’t tell me. I told you your value is within. Find it. Take this time and find it. Stop leaching off of me and her.
It doesn’t matter what happened to you when you were a child. It doesn’t matter what you did yesterday.
It matters what you choose to do today.
Try loving yourself, enough to acknowledge who you have been, and to try to be the person you want to be. The person you think you are when one of us took you to our bed and adored you.
We deserved to be adored back.
It was for her. It was never about you. You and only you are responsible for your life.