I don’t think you fully understand how done I am.
Let me spell it out for you: We. Are. Finished.
There is absolutely nothing left for me here or with you. I moved on a long time ago and now you need to catch up.
I’m through talking in circles and going around and around, waiting for you to change.
I’m done sitting on the back burner just in case you need me or things don’t work out with someone else. I’m done waiting and hanging on your every word.
I’m over the middle of the night phone calls and your desperate attempts to keep me in play. This little dance we’ve been doing is done.
You are toxic my friend, and I’ve finally learned that the only way to win this game is not to play anymore.
So I hope you enjoyed the last time we talked because it was the last time.
There will be no more apologies or manipulating me with guilt. There won’t be another chance or one more try. There’s nothing left here. We are empty.
You finally pushed too far. I’ve completely had it with your childish antics and your lies and excuses.
Life is complicated enough without you dragging me further down your rabbit role and I refuse to stay tethered to you while you sink.
You’ve become nothing more than a symbol of the life I used to have, instead of the one I want. I’m done chasing the wrong things in life, and that includes you.
So it’s time to let go. Just walk away–after all, you’ve done it before so I’m sure you can do it again.
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