Do me no favors

Tell me no lies.

Leave.

If your hate for me is really as strong as you say, if you really feel as wronged as you claim, and it was all just pity as you told me it was so long ago.

Then go.

Don't let me be in your way.

Don't keep me around as a fallback option,
or because you want someone to kiss your ass and tell you how wonderful you are,
or so it can be my fault when you fuck up.

Just go.

Because I have more than enough folks in my life who only keep me around on the off chance that I might be useful.

Or because they want someone to blame for their shitty luck and shittier life choices.


So go.

I have finite energy, finite resources, and a more than sufficient number of people who are only friends when it's convenient for them.

And contrary to what you seem to think, I've not once interfered since you said goodbye.

Publically and privately I've always spoken your praises (even the ones I know or suspect to be false). 

And while your family may never have approved of me, may have thought I was useless and unworthy, mine could smell the smug condescension coming off of you and yours from the beginning, even when I could not...   And they have opened my eyes.

So go if you want to go.

Drop the snide emails.

Cease the vaguely titled rants and barely disguised jabs on social media.

Quit going on craigslist and posting rants about how horrible I am.

Tell your new fuck buddy to quit calling me all hours of the day and night like an amateur.

Just go.

Say goodbye.

Own it.

And go...



Don't think that you're going to hurt me by walking away.

The time for that has past.

Just go.


And when you go bragging to your little circle about how tough you are for dicking me around,
just keep in mind that if you tried to live any given year of my life, it would fucking kill you... 

You couldn't even last through the good times.