The day I left was hard. Almost one of the hardest things I've ever done. I had to pick up my entire life and drag it across the country to escape your hold over me. You never did love me because love isn't control. You loved the idea of me and the idea of our relationship.
I'd been told you had a new partner and my heart hurt. Not because of jealousy or anger, but fear for what you might put this next woman through. If anything I hope that she's treated well and with infinitely more respect and care than you ever gave me. I hope if you tell her you love her they aren't just empty words with no actions to back them up. I hope that she never has to spend nights awake worrying about what you're actually doing, why you're suddenly offline and not replying anymore and nowhere near our house.
I'm actually truly free now though. Since leaving I have made many new friends that care about me and respect me more than you ever had. I've gone to countless raves and music festivals that you'd continually tell me I'd never be able to handle. I'm no longer held back by you. No longer made to feel small and worthless. The people in my life build me up and in return I build them up.
You can't tear me down and hurt me anymore, and I truly hope you've changed since I've known you. Nothing would make me go back to you, nothing would make me even want to LOOK at you again. But I do truly hope you're a better person now for her sake.
Sincerely,
Someone who actually cared