Dear Liz

I have decided I need to have enough respect for myself to let the thought of becoming "friends" with you go. You may be sweet as hell to my face, but you still fucked my ex on a bed I still had to sleep in, even after knowing how much it upset me. Left your thong on my bookshelf, fucked in my bathtub as I had the pleasure of hearing all about from Dan. You may be nice to my face, but you didn't care enough to not continue hurting me. And I understand now that I don't need or want you to like me. I deserve to be treated better than that. Better than Dan treated me for 14 years, and I want no part of anything different. Dan may have you fooled now, but he is not a nice man. It will sneak up on you little by little as he snuffs out your light. Good luck with that.