Cassie,

You hurt me more than I think you know and more than I ever let on. The last four months of our relationship really took a toll on me and caused me so much anxiety. Do you know how bad it hurts when the person you’re in love with constantly turns you down for date nights every week for four months? It feels awful and made me feel worthless. Like the woman I love and the woman who says she’s in love with me can’t even find it in her heart to spend a few hours a week with me. I thought I treated you well, but then the treatment I got in return was not even the bare minimum most of the time. Literally the only thing I ever asked you for in our relationship was goodnight texts, and you could barely do that even though you practically live on your phone. After the breakup, I literally cried for two days straight laying in Alec’s bed. I had to take sick days because I just couldn’t function. You just broke it off in such an awful way and then immediately started dating someone else, and that someone was someone I told you I was worried about. Like I thought I at least earned being talked to like a mature adult about this, but instead, you just lied up until the end that everything was okay, you weren’t going anywhere. Like I feel so dumb trusting you when lying came so easy to you. I honestly did so much for you and stuck by you through a lot of mistreatment because in a messed up, misguided way, I thought we were helping each other. But instead, the last months of our relationship were you wearing down my mental health to a point where I was laying all night wondering what was wrong with me and what did I do.

 I tried for so long to try to keep us together, but you just didn’t give a damn and couldn’t muster the energy to spend even a few hours a week talking. At one point, I literally begged you to just spend some one-on-one time, and you just couldn’t do it. You were never there when I needed you. There were a few times earlier in our relationship where I genuinely was having mental health issues and just wanted you to talk or comfort me. But each time I was ignored for hours. I subconsciously learned I couldn’t count on you for that, and I stopped reaching out or trying to get your help because I knew I wasn’t gonna get it. Like I know life is draining, but I worked 8-5 every weekday and still had the energy to put into our relationship because I genuinely cared about you. I know we all have mental health issues, but that’s not an excuse to treat someone the way you treated me. I guess I stuck around because you were the only girl to ever give me the time of day and make me feel wanted. You made me feel so loved up until the last few months of our relationship, and then it’s like a switch flipped and you were just done with me. You will always be my first love, but going forwards, that's all you’ll ever be. Now you're just a stranger who knows more about me than pretty much anyone else.