I’m breaking up with you. Obviously, that comes as no surprise to you. After all, you’ve been insisting that I was much too good for you throughout our whole relationship. I can already hear your voice in my head: “Oh, I always knew it was going to end. I mean, why should such an awesome human being like you ever choose to love me?” What a fucking perfect way to close the circle of our relationship.
I’m sick, so terribly sick of you denying your own self-worth. Do you think it’s funny to be with someone who’s constantly telling you how much inferior they are to you? How it’s a miracle that I had ever stooped to look at you, how much you are beneath me, how you were always expecting me to cast you away because of the subhuman status you thought you inhabited.
The truth is: I’ve loved you. I truly have. I tried to change your mind so many times. I tried to show you how amazing you were in my eyes, how beautiful and interesting. But you were so determined to hate yourself you wouldn’t buy any positive thing I said about you. It’s just so fucking hard to stay with someone who always half denies that I could ever truly be in love with them. Because that’s what you were doing, you see? Every time you told me: “I’m still waiting for you to open your eyes and see me for the worthless thing that I am,” what you were actually telling me was that my feelings for you were a delusion of my fucked-up brain. With all your insults against yourself you were also insulting me.
So, my breaking up with you is a self-fulfilling prophecy, I guess. You were right, after all. I can’t stand being with you anymore.