Every single time you reach out to me, I take two steps back in my recovery.

That’s testament to how hard it has been for me not just to move on, but to process my sadness and bitterness.

If you must know this, it’s that reaching out to me in any way doesn’t help me. It only serves your interest. The faster I can forget you, the sooner I can start feeling happy.

So please, leave me be. You’ve done enough damage and no amount of apologizing will make things easier for me. It only makes me upset, because your regret came a little too late and if only you wised up earlier and took the lessons you’ve learnt from your earlier mistakes seriously, you could have salvaged the relationship.

If there was one person in the world that could have saved me, it was you. And if there was one person in this world that could have destroyed me, it was also you. You required so little to be the former to me, yet you ended up being the one to kill me.

So save me your sadness. It’s a joke to me when you wish to speak to me for support, because you brought it upon yourself. You ruined my ability to trust and open my heart. And I don’t want to give you even the slightesttttt of chance to destroy me further.