Broken;

You broke me from the inside out. Over 7 girls that I had to find on my own because, somehow, you couldn’t remember. Over 115 images of JUST Katrina.

Let me fill you all in on Katrina. This is an old ex, of only 3 months, who called the police to raid his apartment. She slandered him on social media throughout the break up. She posted personal information of his online. She intentionally tried to RUIN HIS LIFE; and he chose her over me. For over a year. (Which is longer than their originally malfunctioning “relationship”)

You added pictures to a file you made for her daily. You spent time screenshotting images of the videos she would send you DAILY. You entertained her and made her feel special DAILY. All the while, I was your side bitch entertainment. I WAS. A woman who would kill for you; that’s what I meant to you. You killed me with your bare hands right there.

“Only the spare bathroom.” It was everywhere. Our bedroom, your work, all over our house. You touched yourself every where for those girls. You loved them all more than you ever showed me interest.

All the while, the last (over) 6 months, I had been asking you for attention. Telling you I felt alone; like you didn’t touch me. I told you I felt ugly and fat. I felt awful and I was crying out for you. You turned your head at every waking moment you could.

You chose to ignore me. Let’s not forget about Kayla though. She was another girl you humored for a good year. You made her feel special too. She even showed you pictures of her daughter. You were making your way into multiple females’ lives’ and for what? What did you get?

I was the first one in your WHOLE life you EVER decided to treat like this.

I was. No one else, but me.