Is that why you promised to let me stay on your insurance if I was in treatment, and then emailed me 3 weeks later to let me know you had a sudden change of heart?

Is that why I can give three examples of every emotional abuse tactic in the book in the context of our relationship? 

I'd bet my last dollar that you just don't want to explain the situation to my replacement. I bet you found him days after things ended, and I bet you're practically moved in with him already. 

Eight months of serving your every tiny need: Setting the thermostat to your preferred temperature, removing read receipts from our text messages, making you breakfast in bed and cuddling you when you were down, listening to your familial trauma stories after our second date, letting you vent about all your "friends" that you secretly hate, putting up with the culture shock of your foreign-born family putting me through the ringer and repeatedly testing my fragile need for approval without any support from you, dealing with you falling for the first person who talked to you every, single, time, giving you the apartment so you wouldn't have to pay for two after the breakup, cleaning it to a pristine state so you could start fresh when you got back, letting you pay me the measily MSRP for the furniture I left behind without respect for all the time I spent building things for you, or the fact that I drove you to that new state to begin with, and the list goes fucking on and on. I tried to love all of you, even the flaws, with the tiny, glimmering scrap of hope I had left inside me that you would return the favor. I bet you get off on your new replacement sitting on my computer chair, at my desk, that I moved across the fucking country. I bet you laugh to yourself at how easy it was to get me to give up all of my stuff so you could be slightly less restricted.

Fuck you, you narcissistic, selfish piece of shit. I have to switch up my entire psychiatric care situation because you can't even commit to the one thing you offered to do for me in the aftermath of this embarrassing dumpster fire relationship. This is the last time I try to love the darkness in anyone, to embrace it and hope for simple gratitude for the fact that someone appreciates the whole of you and not just the face you put on to please the world. 

I'm not perfect, but you're actually evil. I should've trusted my feeling about your bright, empty eyes.

You're a predator with a pretty face and a sad story.