Dear, well, you
know who you are.
I’ve
thought about this so many times. If I could, what would I say to you? I’ve
never been able to verbalize how I felt. I mean, what do you even say to the
person that singlehandedly destroyed your life?
I hated you for a long time. For
what you did to me. For the effect it had on me. You knowingly and willingly shattered my entire being into a
thousand pieces, leaving only a sad shell of a person behind. You cost me
everything: who I was, what I believed in. I abandoned everything I thought I
knew in order to cope with what had happened to me. I stopped believing in love
and hope, focusing on simply making it through each day. My world was no longer
filled with joy as it always had been. My world became muted to shades of grey,
sucking the life out of any positive emotions and merely leaving emptiness.
I
hated myself for a very long time because of what you did. I stopped valuing
myself. I saw myself as worthless. I stopped loving myself because I couldn’t.
How could I love the broken person that was left behind by what happened? You
engrained rejection and hurt into the core of my being. Insecurities rose up in
me that I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling, leaving me a bitter,
jealous, shallow person. These insecurities cost me dearly, poisoning anything
good from the inside out. It cost me some of my closest friendships, my
relationship with the one person I’ve ever truly loved, and worst of all, my
relationship with God. My core was filled with this horrible bitterness that I
couldn’t mask or escape. Everyone around me could sense it, infecting my heart
and my mind and leaving a bitter person in its wake. I couldn’t look at myself
in the mirror without being disgusted. If I couldn’t love myself, how could
anyone possibly love me? I isolated myself from others in order to protect
myself from this horrible problem with trust that I couldn’t shake. Even when I
was around people, I was there physically but not much else. You can’t be hurt
by others if you don’t allow them to see the real you. I became harsh. I became
insecure. I became desperate for love and affirmation from others, doing
anything to receive what shallow love and acceptance I could. I became a person
I scarcely recognized.
I
was scared of you for a really long time. The mere thought of you would send me
into a frenzied panic that I couldn’t escape. I was terrified of you, your
friends, and the constant hurt you both managed to inflict on me. At the most
vulnerable time of my life, you made people think I was crazy. You told them I
was making everything up. You told them you never hurt me. You told them I was
just an angry girl who decided to take out her hurt in the worst way possible.
I think the thing that hurt more than the accusations you hurled my way was the
fact that some people believed you, choosing to believe that I was just a
pissed girl with a crazy streak instead of believing that you were actually
capable of hurting someone.
I
live with this pain everyday. As time went on, however, I realized that you do
too. While I live with the hurt of what happened to me, you have to live with
the guilt of what you did to me. You singlehandedly destroyed the life of
another person. That can’t be easy to deal with. Sometimes, I actually feel
worse for you than I do for myself. You see, as time has gone on, I’ve healed.
How do you heal? How can you live with what you’ve done? I know it must be a
large burden that you carry everyday.
If
there’s one thing I wish I could tell you, it’s this: I forgive you. I forgive
you for what you did that night, for that horrible drunken mistake you made. I
forgive you for crushing me, shattering my heart, and killing my spirit. I
forgive you for lying to everyone about what happened. I forgive you for
everything. You see, hatred and bitterness are a horrible feeling to constantly
hold with you. I know. I let it erode me from the inside out for years. I’m
still angry about what happened, but I don’t think that there will ever be a
time when I won’t be, and that’s okay. Anger is okay. Hatred is not.
This
horrible thing that you did to me turned me into the person I am today. I am
much stronger than I ever could have hoped to be, and it’s because of you. I
wish I could have become this person another way, but I know that’s not possible.
You can’t change the past. You can only shape your future. I love myself now in
a way that I never knew I could. I love myself because I fought so hard to become
her. I love myself in spite of what you did. I love myself because of what you
did.
You
no longer have power over me. All those negative emotions are what kept me
chained to you for years. Letting them go was the most freeing thing I’ve ever
done.
I
forgive you. I genuinely hope that one day you can forgive yourself.
Natalie Ross