Russ and Taylor

Russ and Taylor,
I won’t write dear, because you are no longer individuals whom I cherish. I wish more then anything you were, but your own actions make that impossible. Russ. We were together for two and a half years, and so when I asked for a month to think, and you promised to wait for me, I TRUSTED that you were true to your word. You lied. The night we broke up I had to take anti anxiety pills just to stop weeping. It took you two DAYS to begin running around with Taylor, my best friend. She’s so much younger then you! You didn’t believe me when I said she wouldn’t even speak to me! YOU CALLED HER RIGHT BEFORE BE HAD THAT TALK. You were always talking to her. And you believed her when she said I was cheating on you?! I would never ever do that. I loved you so much, I would never have done it. I didn’t. I just felt so tired. I need a little time to regroup. This is my senior year. I need some space. You did this to yourself. We could have been so much. You threw it away when you nailed my best friend. We hadn’t slept together, Russ. Why would you do this?
Taylor, I TRUSTED that you were on my side, I TRUSTED you would understand and be there for me, like I was for you with your parents divorce, and for your breakup with Alex, and for your move from your childhood home to that new place, the one your dad didn’t own. It was my relationship, not yours, I was sure you would stand by me. Instead you won’t answer me? Show up at the scene saying not to do this? Clear out the locker we share? Go out with him, and then LIE to my face and say you never were? NEWSFLASH, I saw you two together, with Alex, and I know you don’t want HIS company. “Exchanging Presents” alone at your house is IN-f**kING-APPROPRIATE. How could you do this to me? You realize that all I need to do is make that call, say “Baby, I want you.” And he will come, and never, ever look back. You always were right there, breathing down our relationship. You were scheming the whole time, and I never even saw. 20/20 hindsight, right? And now you are conveniently going post secondary at HIS COLLEGE because you “can’t handle the drama of high school.” I have no comment for that other then a long, deep breath. And your mom approving of this is just the cherry on top. “Sure. my 16 year old daughter can galavant around with a near 20 year old who was up until VERY recently her best friend’s boyfriend, and I really do think she is handling this breakup poorly.” I didn’t even talk trash about Russ, you bitch. And it is taking EVERYTHING not to talk like that about you. I refuse to sink to your level. I will rise above this, and leave you two where you belong… in a cloud of dust.
I got rid of all the stuff you two gave me and brought it to Goodwill.
Except the really f**king expensive shirt I forgot to return to Taylor. I’m keeping that.
Oh, and I’m the one who left condoms in your mailbox to find. Passive agressive, maybe. But if felt damn good.
Screw both of you. I am better off. But my God, could you have twisted the knife a little harder before yanking it out? I trusted you. My two closest, closest friends. I loved you. But it’s better not to love then to love without being loved in return. I won’t be waiting on you two. Have nice lives, and know that contrary to what you think, you haven’t ruined mine. You’ve just made me that much more determined to succeed.
And for that, I thank you.
Now go to Hell.
Elle

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