You snuck into my life through the back door like a thief. What you stole was a piece of my heart and my trust. The trust I perhaps give to people too quickly, because, as you said, I’m a romantic. We spent hours and days talking about our values, our outlook on life, and relationships. I opened up part of my heart to you by sharing things about my life and my son’s. You know about my relationship with my ex, which can be unstable, and instead of encouraging me to believe that every “shitty” situation eventually works itself out, well, you judged me. You knew I had a demanding job and that I was raising my son practically on my own. I was doing my best to see you.
Do you remember the time I had someone watch my son and you said I shouldn’t leave my child with a babysitter just to go see a guy? Man! That guy was you! Your comments were borderline psycho. The negative emotions you made me feel were eating away at me—that’s not who I am!
The way you tried to subtly control me—I saw right through you. When I let you into my life, I didn’t know I was in for an infestation of bugs. Before calling the exterminator, I probably would have wanted to keep trying to find solutions, but you didn’t give me a chance, since you were too busy looking for the root of the problem.
Now I regret not locking the door that night. We both could have saved ourselves the trouble. Not only are my doors locked now, but I’ve also signed up for an alarm system. Should I send you the bill?