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 I don’t even know where to start with you. You completely let me down, and it still makes me furious thinking about it. I trusted you, counted on you, and believed you had my back, but you proved me wrong time and time again. How could you be so careless, so selfish, and so blind to the impact of your actions?

You say you care, but your actions scream the opposite. You make promises you don’t keep, show up when it’s convenient for you, and disappear the moment things get tough. Do you even realize how exhausting it is to deal with your constant excuses and half-hearted apologies?

It’s not just about one moment—it’s about a pattern. You’ve shown me that I can’t rely on you, and I’m honestly done pretending like everything’s fine. You talk about respect and loyalty, but you don’t live it. Maybe you don’t care, or maybe you’re just that unaware—but either way, I’m tired of getting hurt by you.

Don’t expect me to keep pretending like you haven’t changed things between us forever.


I’ve been holding onto some frustration and hurt for a while, and I think it’s time I shared it more calmly. There were moments when I really felt let down by you—times when I needed your support and you weren’t there, and it made me question our relationship.

It’s hard feeling like I can’t fully rely on someone I care about. I know nobody’s perfect, and maybe I expected too much, but it still hurt when promises were broken or when I felt ignored.

I’m not trying to attack you—I just want to be honest about how I felt. I value our connection, and I want to move forward with understanding and clarity. I hope we can talk about it and work through it.

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