Two years ago today, my heart was broken by an absolute coward of a man who spent most of our relationship lying to me and cheating on me.
"I can't be your boyfriend anymore."
That was it. That was the text I got that ended our time together.
There's a line from some song I heard a while ago that stuck with me:
now, he told me her name. It sounded familiar in a way. I could have
sworn I'd heard him say it ten thousand times, if only i had been
He had been cheating on me with his best
friend for the better part of our relationship. Megan was her name, and
they're still together. Good for them, I guess. Assholes deserve
assholes. When I found out about her, I asked him why he didn't just
break up with me. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me.
Hello, jackwagon. This shit hurt a lot fucking worse than just breaking up with me would have. Dumbass.
Sometimes, it's almost like that year of my life never even happened. I
think about him, but I don't really remember him. All I remember is the
lesson he taught me - You can love someone with all of your heart, but
make sure you hurt them before they hurt you.
Scott Batchler, Jr., I wish I could hurt you the way that you hurt me.
In fact, I hope someone does someday. I hope you fall so far in love
with some girl, and that she fucking destroys you, just for the hell of
it. And then I want to high five the ever-loving shit out of that woman.