Things you want to say to an ex:
I want to say this to my first ex, the one I dated right after high school.
Oh, there's so many things I want to say seriously, and I have tried. But each time I do try, you just don't even bother to read it and brush it off with an "uh huh" because you're an immature asshole who won't seriously look at or admit his own faults, and that's why you've never changed, not since the time I dated you. I know if I showed you this link right now, all I'd get back is "uh huh" and then "go away, stop harassing me". -_-
You were my first serious boyfriend, and at first I thought you were nice, of course, as is what happens in most relationships. Then things started getting strange when, a few months in, your ex told me that you were asking her about her boobs. Then you manipulated your conversation with her to make it look like she was harassing you.
I should have taken the hint then. But of course, we're all young and stupid at some point. By then you had me hooked, and I stupidly believed you when you said that she was just making that up to try and break us up. Anyway, I won't bother to list everything you have done to me, I could write a novel or memoir about that. At the time I dated you, I had never seriously dated anyone or "loved" anyone before, so of course I became attached quickly, and I was majorly insecure. But you kind of took advantage of that and manipulated me, whenever I caught you doing something stupid you'd have some excuse to get me to believe that it wasn't your fault. You hurt me bad.
Even after we broke up, you stalked and harassed me for years, trying to screw with my feelings even while you were dating someone new. That's just pathetic and low. Even after the many times I told you out right that I don't want to be your friend, you'd still find me, call me mean names such as slut, bitch, whore, say that I'm a waste of air and that no wonder no one wants to be my friend, etc. You've even talked and harassed me at work so bad that my boss at the time had to tell you off, and even then you had the nerve to show up in person that same day and harass me some more. I don't know what goes through your head sometimes, and I'm pretty sure your "brain" is fried from too much video gaming, so you don't know anything about common sense.
Thanks to you, my depression started and got worse. You made me feel horrible about myself. Now, I don't give a flying rat's ass what you think about me. Mostly cause I don't care about you anymore, and I wish you'd just leave me the fuck alone forever, and never contact me again, because each time you try to "befriend" me, only ends in drama with you harassing and calling me names. It's the same shit each time, even though at first you claim that you've changed. I never believe you when you say that though. You'll never change. You'll always be the same, immature asshole, having to harass your ex's even though your girlfriend is now your wife.
I'm not sure if I can ever forgive you for what you've done. Especially after the break up, you treated me even worse than when we were together. That's not something you do to someone who you want to be your "friend". No wonder I'm wary whenever you contact me, and you wonder why I won't open up to you. So please, just leave me alone for good. I never want to hear from you again, no matter how many times you think you want to be my friend. My life is much more peaceful without you. You're my ex for a reason. And no, we won't work out as friends because you rush things too much. I tell you I don't want to hang out right away, and yet you keep asking and pushing. I tell you I don't want to go on webcam, yet you pretty much make me feel like I have to soon. That's not something you do if you're trying to reconcile a friendship. If the other person is wary with you, give them time. Not push them even if they say no right away. You apparently don't know how to properly reconcile a friendship.
Anyway, this is long enough, I could go on forever about the things I want to say to him, but this will be all for now.
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