We'll see just how far you get.

When you're spitting your venomous words about how I lied to you during that filthy relationship, remember that, too, I was the one who watched you become who you wanted to be. When you're letting her call me a cunt because that's just something of thoughts for now because I'm so terrible of a person, remember I cried to you when I thought you were leaving and I fought with you over so many things because you were going to make a mistake and while I get you think you understand more than me, baby, the wisdom isn't from age, but experience. When you start cursing my name in the future because I'm plaguing your memories, you won't come running back to me for a response because you won't get one. When you told me to stop texting you, I decided that was it and you were to be gone from my life. Every single bit of it. But wait, there's more. When you lied to me about your death twice, pretending to be your mother, and allowing me to suffer because you wanted attention after our breakup, don't think I'll ever trust you again. I know she believes in you now and you say you've "never wanted something so much" in your life, remember when you craved my love so much you would fight for me for three months and not get a bit because of that card you pulled. You just haven't pulled that card to her yet. Have fun with your games of genderfluid behaviour. I was one of the only people who supported you and we'll see how she'll take the news. We'll see how she takes you walking into the room in girl clothing. We'll see if she still cares and can look at you the same. We'll see if she can still love you after all the damage that's been done. We'll see, darling, just how true ya'll are.

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