What happened with you is all history. Your decisions and actions were beyond hurtful, especially knowing you’re taking after your father. But your mother is right, at the very least I didn’t have to find out 23 years into a marriage that you were a spineless scumbag who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. 

You called me perfect, beautiful, wonderful. You told me you loved me. This isn’t what love is about, and you’re such a fool. But by perfect I know you mean I’m too good for you, which I am. By beautiful you mean battle scarred, beaten, and yet still everlasting. And by wonderful you mean too good to be true. 

This is the truth.

The problem is you made me an option, not a priority. But someone like you will never live up to someone like me. You prefer something easy. Well love isn’t easy, but sluts sure are. Play your video games, fuck the sluts, and refuse to man up. That’s what you’re good at.

I almost feel sorry for you but in the end, how can I? You’re a grown ass man capable of making his own (stupid) decisions. You chose being nothing instead of being loved. And I’ve come to the conclusion that 99% of people here are just like you: not at all worthy of what I have to give. 

But part of me still holds hope for someone as “perfect” as I am to come sweep me off my feet. Boys send flowers, candy, and kisses but I want the Man that fights for my heart instead of my body. But I know very well I’m not going to find that here.

A world of whores, ignorance, and bull shit lies isn’t the world for me.