I Hate You Because You Made Me Wonder Why I Wasn’t Enough

You were aware of my deep love for you. You knew I was the kind of person who would go to great lengths for your happiness, always putting you first.

Yes, there were moments when you tried to suggest that my love wasn’t enough, but deep inside, you recognized the depth of my feelings for you.

So, this might come as a surprise, but I need to tell you that I no longer love you. In fact, I despise you.

After all the love I had for you, after all the years we spent together, and after all the moments we shared, I can honestly say I despise you.

You probably believed that my love was unconditional, regardless of how you treated me. But you were mistaken.

You managed to kill all the love I felt for you and turned it into hatred.

I despise you for destroying the innocent person I was before we met. You turned her into the bitter woman I am today.

Instead of teaching me about love, you taught me how to hate. I hate you for your inability to commit.

With you, I never knew where I stood. You came and went as you pleased, never wanting to discuss the future or define our relationship.

Despite being together for years, I always felt like I was just a passing fancy to you.

That made me wonder why I wasn’t enough for you to consider anything more serious.

I hate you for all the other girls, for every time you left me for someone else, and every time you cheated and tried to cover it up.

I hate you even more for the times you didn’t bother denying your infidelities. Even when you were with me, I constantly felt like I had to compete with every other girl around.

It felt like you were always comparing me to every other girl, wishing you were with one of them instead of me.

You never made me feel special. I hate you for making me feel like I was never enough to be your one and only.

I hate you for not giving me the attention I deserved. I hate you for making me beg for scraps of your affection.

I hate you because you always made me feel like I was your last resort, like I was never important. I hate you for making me feel like I was never enough to be your priority.

I hate you for trying to change me. I have my flaws, but you never accepted me for who I truly was.

All you ever wanted was to change me to fit your imaginary standards. You made me want to alter who I am just so you could love me more.

To you, I was too emotional, too sensitive, and too weak.

I hate you for making me insecure. Before I met you, I was confident. I wasn’t conceited, but I knew my worth.

But you managed to change that. You played with my self-esteem, trying to convince me that I should be grateful to have you and that no other man would want me.

You spent years trying to make me believe I wasn’t enough. I almost believed you.

I hate you because you made me feel I wasn’t beautiful enough, smart enough, or successful enough.

I hate you for diminishing me, for insulting me, and for convincing me I was worthless. No matter what I did or how hard I tried to please you, for you, it was never enough.

You made me feel I wasn’t enough, and you made me question why. And that is why I hate you the most.

It took a long time to realize there was actually nothing wrong with me.

I understood that I don’t need to be enough for someone who will never value me and for someone who will never truly love me.

And then it hit me—you weren’t enough for me.

You were the one who didn’t know how to love me enough. You were the one who felt intimidated by me and that’s why you always tried to put me down.

You were the one dealing with your own issues, and that’s why you tried to make me feel insecure. You were the one who didn’t deserve me.

And you are the one who is never getting me back.