Why is it that when someone breaks things off with me, they insist on giving me a list of all the ways I am a good/ attractive person?
”You’re kind, honest, funny, intelligent, beautiful…”
If I really were all of those things, if I really was such a good catch, then why would you not want to be with me? Enough blowing smoke. Enough lies. Tell me the real reason you’re done.
Tell me that you think I’m fat. Tell me that I’m a boring conversationalist. Tell me age matters more than you’re letting on. Tell me your ex was better so you’re going back to her. Tell me that you think I am conceited. Tell me you don’t find me as attractive as you thought you would. Tell me that my laugh is obnoxious and annoying, and that my family is too dysfunctional. Tell me that you can’t stand talking to me anymore. Tell me that you’re tired of the routine. Just tell me the fucking truth.
Don’t butter me up and tell me that I deserve so much better. If I truly was so wonderful, you wouldn’t be going elsewhere. You would spend every day making sure I knew that you thought I deserved the best. You would strive to be the best. You would not want to let me go.
But you don’t. Instead, you feed me line after cliche line. You force down my throat all these false compliments, and for what? Does it make you feel better, spewing those empty words? Does it make you feel like you left me with a shred of dignity?
Those hollow phrases make me doubly insecure about every single personal flaw. Don’t, just fucking don’t.