you Knew Exactly What You Were Doing

Here's the thing, people are not mind readers! You have to communicate if solutions are ever to be reached. Do not get angry because I don't understand what's going on because You won't tell me shit! But you still get pissed because I'm not acting like you think I should be acting. I wish I could ask so many things! Like, why the hell do you go to everyone but me for advice on our (ex) relationship?! Dude, I've been telling you for 2 damn years EXACTLY what I needed from you. You would rather ask everyone but me about what to do. They don't know. I DO! I explained how it hurt when you lied nonstop. I explained how I felt rejected because you never listed me as a priority. I explained how much I believed in you but you would go on to tell the town that I didn't. You told SOOOOOO many lies about me! I always supported you, I financially supported us for almost 2 years after you lost your job at ABC and I never EVER held it against you, because that's what you do for love. But if i asked for pizza to feed the family, you would twist it into, "She always made sure to spend my money!" Really?! I never kept a log for everything I did for you, for us...but you would tick off every act of "kindness" and twist it to make me look like a monster. Damn, you went as far as to try to rip my livelihood away, attacked my business!! Bet you didn't know that your statement about my taxes got transferred over to the IRS...did you? Or DID YOU?! I never came to your work to cause a seen because i respected you, but you fucked my who business up, you went out of your way to secretly record me and blast it over the web. That day you finally came to get your things (only took the equipment though), do you understand that i was in such chaotic confusion and heartbreak that all i could do was scream at God and demand him to tell me why?! I was literally in my floor, sobbing harder than i thought humanly possible for hours....the only thing you got on your malice, secret recording was the sound of my heart bursting inside my chest, the actual break, so guteral that it caused me to be lost, still. That's the thing, you exploited me and paited it like i was a lunatic, when in reality, i stayed in my room, away from you out of respect, and i literally turned inside out, it was what you hear when God cries over us, it was the purest form of hopelessness, helplessness and brokenness that exists...but you would have understood....if i exited i guess.