Well it's done. On Friday, WS came and collected his things. I packed up every picture of us, every necklace and ring he gave me, every card and every photo book, every travel memento and I hauled them all into the hallway of my condo building and took my dog to a park. Then I sent him a goodbye email I've been working on for two weeks and blocked his email. It felt cathartic and devastating and like relief, all at once. So that's that!
"Of course, you've chosen to "move forward by yourself". Since that first weekend you couldn't find the courage to be truthful about needing to stay in the city and work, you have been a coward, WS.
You've had the opportunity since your double life was exposed to fight for us and our life, and you just couldn't do it (or you didn't want to). Instead, you threw five years' worth of promises, of "always and forever's", of assurances that you would never, ever leave me straight into the fucking trash. Not only are you a coward, you are without a shred of integrity.
There was no way you would ever be enough of a man to face the consequences of your actions, not when it's so much easier to tuck your tail and run. So, you've convinced yourself that we aren't worth fighting for, that what we had wasn't special or salvageable, that you're doing this so I can heal. It's total bullshit and I hope you know that I see right through you. You are choosing to be a coward. You are choosing to pretend I/we didn't matter, that you love me but you're not in love with me, that you need to be "selfish" to fix who you are. You are choosing to turn your back on all of the people you've disappointed with your shitty, evil behaviour. Because facing all of that sounds like hard work and we both know, WS doesn't like hard work. He likes immediate gratification and conflict avoidance and slithering through hardships. This was your first opportunity to change your behaviour, to do something hard and uncomfortable, to put someone else ahead of yourself and to start to become a better person, a person with integrity. And yet again you've failed.
I'm so disappointed in who you are, WS. Not only how easily you cheated and chased ego kibbles rather than be honest with me, but mostly how very fucking easily you gave up on me. I waited all summer for you to pull your head out of your ass, to realize how lucky you were to have me offering you a chance at reconciliation. But you chose apathy. You would rather let me walk away because losing me is easier than doing to actual work involved in changing who you are. You value your own comfort and safety more than you ever valued me; I have always been expendable to you.
The way that you've abandoned me hurts more than you being a lying, cheating stranger. You're trying to rewrite our history to make it easier for you to justifying giving up. But in your quiet moments alone, you have to live with the fact that you had someone and something exceptional, someone who changed your world, and that YOU are the singular reason it's irrevocably gone.
I never would have given up on us. Despite everything you did. I never would have given up on YOU, WS. I have been waiting, ready to fight for us because I thought we were worth it to try. But as was true our entire relationship, I was standing and waiting and trying alone while you were hiding and cowering, concerned only with yourself.
If you take one thing from this letter, I hope you go through every memento I've packed for you. Every gift and treasure, every single picture of us, every fucking word in every single card and I hope each one cuts you just a little bit deeper. Maybe then you can begin to realize the enormity of what you've chosen to throw away without a single fucking ounce of effort. I hope you go through every item and try to comprehend the complexities and the uniqueness and the beauty of the life that you've chosen to throw away.
But I know you'll do just that: along with all your things, you'll toss another partner, another puppy, another life into the trash. Of course you won't take this opportunity to reflect on what you've done; you'll sweep it under the rug, start your new single life with a clean slate (goodbye, baggage!) and continue to be the exact same hollow person that you are, always have been and always will be. You'll close your eyes and throw all our things and what we were in the trash and avoid all responsibility and chance for change.
So, you get what you wanted again. A fresh start and no consequences for what you've done to me or the ways you've shattered my heart into pieces. The depths of how you've lied to me for years. In fact, you don't have to deal with me at all or any other remnants of what you did, once you bin all of our shit. You get to erase it all, convince yourself and the next poor girl(s), that you're a good person, a safe partner, a man with integrity. But deep down, you'll always know what you did to us and how easily you gave up on me.
That pattern is what led you here, WS. Avoiding responsibility, avoiding difficult conversations, avoiding vulnerability. Your miserable childhood became a miserable adulthood and now you're 40 and facing a really miserable, lonely life because you're too scared to be honest. Too cowardly to face anything uncomfortable. Too selfish to be worthy of any genuine happiness. I feel sorry for you.
And yet, I hope that you know that I mean what I said: I forgive you, WS. You changed me and I wouldn't be who I am without you and us. I was vulnerable with you in a way I've never been. I loved you so immediately and so intensely and so deeply. You were my whole world, my safe space, my only one. You gave me the confidence to become who I am because I felt safe that you would love me no matter what, because you told me that. You said forever and I believed you. So, in the end, even though I believed in a lie, I will think of you and of us kindly.
I've gotten stronger every day without you and I'll continue on that path out of this hurt without you. I have amazing family and friends who love me and want the best for me, because I'm a good person and I deserve better than you. I am beyond what you could ever hope to deserve in a partner. But I will always remember the best of us, the magic of what I thought we were.
Even though you were never really real, We were real to me. I would have done anything to save us. And I hope that haunts you forever."