You're a fucking monster for what you did to me. You knew my year was already shitty. You game-end baited me right before both my grandpa and dog passed and then you dump me and fucking slandered me by claiming I abused you. I wasn't perfect by any means, but I never abused or manipulated you. I tried to communicate and compromise with you while establishing my own boundaries, which you had no problem shaming me for. I was so fucked in the head by the end of our "relationship" that I did a lot of things that I'm rightly ashamed of, and I'll admit to them now. I vented to "our friends" about you and the injustice I knew you were committing against me. I tried to cling to you and "our friends" with desperate measures because you had made sure I was isolated by then. I sent anon messages filled with hateful words toward you. I imitated you in sharing my attempted game-over with "our friends" in the hope that you and your hate campaign would stop. The difference between you and I is that I recognize that what I did was abhorrent, and I've worked to better myself and the way I treat others. You on the other hand, are doing the same shit with other people. I know you won't listen, but you need to stop or your gonna be alone with your fucked up "family" forever. I hate to admit it, but a very small part of me still wants you to be genuinely, peacefully happy. That will never happen if you keep hurting others. Full stop.