It wasn’t long before I got sick of making excuses for your behavior. I kept thinking you would change, but I was a fool for holding onto that hope. You were who you were, and I needed to expect that.
The truth was, you were a jerk who only deserves himself.
You got mad over the littlest things and acted as if everything was an attack on you and like everyone’s sole purpose in life was to make your life miserable.
It was impossible to break through your walls and get to the real you. The soft you, the ‘you’ who wanted us. Instead, I got the ‘you’ who was cold to the world and always on the defensive end of things.
But looking back now, I can’t believe I ever tried so hard to prove I was worthy when in reality, I was more than you deserved and it was you who was unworthy.
