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You teach people how to treat you.
February 20, 2018
When I spoke with Jeff on the 14th, when he asked me what I wanted him to do, I told him I wanted to stay email friends. That was all. That was all I ever really wanted. I didn’t need to see him. The sex was peripheral to the friendship. I’d told him over and over never to quit me on emails. Yet there has only been silence.
I’ve spent a lot of time recanting, which I knew I would. I’ve spent a lot of time apologizing for saying the cruel things I said. But those cruel things I said were all true. He is selfish, above all selfish. And his sporadic communications were cruel, given that he knows the truth about me. He knows how much his words mean to me. He would let me go for days. I suffered. And then when I was ready to give up, to break up, right on time, I’d hear from him. Kind words. Tender words.
That motherfucker.
Can I blame him?
You teach people how to treat you.
