I ain’t gonna say her name but if she ever reads this she’ll know its about her.
You knew who/what I was when you decided to be my girlfriend. You knew I was on a fixed income. You knew I was paying rent at my place. But you strung me along, letting me pay your rent, all your groceries, and other stuff for months and months. Then as soon as you got a job that payed ok, you broke up with me because of who/what I am.
Then you aired my personal business and my personal issues online.
You took advantage of me and my privacy, and you still thought you were fit to go into the mental health field.
I wish you well but I think you should find a different industry to work in.
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