I hope you’re proud of what you have done. I hope you’re finally happy. If putting me through hell was what you needed to do for you to shy away from everything we’ve had and my wrong doings then let this be it. 
I thought you warned me to stay away. And I did. Fairly I had stayed away since the day I ended things. But we kept crossing each other and you didn’t mind stopping by. What I had forgotten was, “all is fair in love & war”. I wasn’t aware of your dirty little plot. How could I have known, I knew there was something so very monstrous about you but I never thought you could unleash your demons and let evil spill over me. Honestly the times I’ve been with you have felt more or less like hell too often. But hey who’s counting that, all that matters now is, I have become the whore who cheated on a perfectly functional relationship and ruined everything.

Oops, my bad.

You know what sweety, you may not remember this, but the shit I’ve gone through for you to get us through, people have seen. And they remember more than I do. I often forget the worst bits because every time we got back together it was all about starting over.

A million apologies or confessions would not undo what I’ve done. But that is so fucking stupid. I cheated on you. You never found out. I broke up with you. And two months into the break up you find out shit and I become savage?. Oh please, give me a fucking break!

I know I’ve brought almost all of this on me by myself, but I never thought you’d have so much to contribute. Not after everything.

Well done. You’ve done almost everything to humiliate me, except one. And you just might do that any day now. A part of me wishes you’d do that sooner and get the hell over with it, so you no longer hold that against me. I honestly can’t handle you holding that kind of leverage over me. After that’s been done, I’d have nothing to fear from you. And I’d bet it cannot be any worse than the shit that’s been coming at me everyday for the past few weeks.

All thanks to you. All hail your demons.