Dear Ex-Roommate,
You were never a diamond. Never.
You had been told your whole life that you were a diamond, and you acted like it. You clearly believed it with your whole entire heart. For a time, others did too. But one by one, they realize you are no more than cubic zirconia.
Maybe your parents not disciplining you was actually a mistake. Maybe they shouldn't have treated you like the diamond when you were yelling cusses at them over the phone. Maybe they shouldn't have treated you like the diamond when you went against their wishes and got married right after graduating high school. Maybe they should have followed through on their threats, because you knew they wouldn't.
Maybe, just maybe, everyone at your previous schools disliking you wasn't actually their fault, maybe it was you. Maybe the friends that you cycled through and then eventually lost due to your actions shouldn't have treated you like the diamond. Maybe they should've told you why they were fed up with you rather than sugar-coating and distancing themselves. Maybe, because they knew you were actually cubic zirconia, that you would break.
Maybe we shouldn't have let you treat us as less than you. Maybe we shouldn't have let you act like the diamond, because you didn't treat us like diamonds at all. Maybe we should've stood up for ourselves and acted like diamonds as well when our space was invaded, or when you suddenly had your husband stay with us regardless of our comfort level, or when you made passive-aggressive posts about us, or when we could hear you bashing us right outside of our door to the neighbors, or the variety of other things that happened during those long 9 months. Three people lived in the room, not one – but maybe you just didn't care.
Diamonds are made under pressure, and lots of it. You were just placed into a setting and made to believe that you were a diamond.
Diamonds are clear, and you made clear that you were not. You would say one thing and purposefully do the other.
Diamonds are radiant, but I very rarely heard you speak a bright, upbeat word. You always knew how to trash others, but never lifted them up.
Diamonds take time to develop, but you never wanted to wait. You cheated on things and didn't mind rushing into decisions only to bail on them.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and you really only knew how to be a best friend to yourself. You weren't even a best friend to your husband, as you would take off your ring some nights and stay at a "friend's" house.
You were never a diamond.
You were cubic zirconia – just like the "diamond" in your wedding ring that you've already taken off of your finger.
Sincerely,
Diamond-In-Training