My old FP,
You were charming, funny, and adorable. It’s understandable I fell head over heels for you. I was obsessed from nearly the moment you spoke to me. You didn’t do anything to warrant it, but I believed in you. I knew you could do anything. If you were sad I went running to lift you up. I waited patiently every day for your messages. All you ever talked about was how sad and alone you were. How you couldn’t wait to meet a girl and have a family. I thought I could be her, but every time I mentioned it you shot me down. And I grew fearful you were just going to replace me with this girl when you met her, so I kept pressing you to make me her. To the point you couldn’t take me any more and cut me off. It broke me. For months I couldn’t cope. Finally I’m seeing the red flags. The ones I ignored because you were perfect. How you manipulated my feelings. How you controlled me. How you used me. I wasn’t perfect either, but I let you change the core of my being so I could be right for you. And I was still wrong.

For all of you dealing with losing your FP, you will make it through. They were nobody to us once before, and so they can be again. I’m getting there slowly. But I’m getting through.

I’m so glad I’m moving on L, thank you for freeing me. 

^it ^would ^be ^nice ^if ^I ^stopped ^seeing ^you ^around ^town ^though