Dear The Former One.

You... you fucked me up. Maybe that’s not the way to start this off, I don’t know. I started to develop feelings for you.

You, the curly hair girl with the sad blue eyes. As we got closer, your eyes changed colors. It was amazing to be honest, but behind all that amazingness, is something evil.

We started to go out in April, and to be honest, I was going out with you to get over someone that I didn’t think I would have a chance with. Oh well.

Summer came, and your mother found out about us, and didn’t let us hang out. You moved with your dad, and was able to contact me every once in a while, which was okay. I hung out with my best friend some, and waited for school to start.

Registration came, and I saw you. I got happy, but we got into an argument. I went and saw a movie with a friend and her boyfriend, and you got mad at me, which I should’ve seen as a sign.

I ignored it though, and moved on. I hung out with my best friend more, as she needed someone to help her through some stuff. You didn’t like how close we was getting, so I backed away from her. And she got sick of it.

One day at lunch, she snapped. Put us in our places, especially me. I was putting this girl that I just started dating in April, and was ignoring my best friend who I had known since 7th grade.

I got mad and went off, and it went on for a few days. You didn’t want me to talk to her, ever again. So... I didn’t realize it at the time, how controlling you were.

Time went on, and our relationship got stronger, but I saw my now ex best friend, fall apart, and couldn’t do anything.

February of 2016 comes, and she private messages me on Twitter.

We get close again, but you found out. You went to the bathroom, and cut your legs open. Later that night, you made me touch them. I passed out, as I can’t handle blood, and had a seizure in the floor. You stood there, and watched, didn’t go get my father.

You moved in shortly after that, as your dad kicked you out, and things got worse. December of 2016 comes around and i sext another girl that we went to school with.

Someone hacked my Instagram and sent screenshots to my father, and I got a lecture. Later, I did it again, with the same girl. Oh well.

My dad’s wedding comes around, April 1st 2017, and him and step mom go on their honeymoon. April 2nd, our 2 years. You go through my phone, and I tell you what happened.

You got mad and we didn’t talk normally for a while, it was difficult. After that though, you didn’t let me do many things. I couldn’t hang out with my friends or text them, couldn’t have a Snapchat, you hated when I did ROTC events.

Summer comes around and I’m sick of it, and tell you that I want my trust back. That I know I screwed up when I cheated on you, but little did I know that you told a group chat you was in, that had my ex best friend in it, that I physically cheated on you. For months. It was sexting, twice, still terrible I know.

I broke up with you in October, as you started hanging out with people and getting mad about me wanting to hang out with friends. You had two jobs, and would come home and cuss me out. Take your stress out on me.

My anxiety was an all time high.

You stayed out till one in the morning on a school night, and I was upset. You lied to me and said you was working late, and your sister said you didn’t even work that night.

I don’t know what happened that night, and I don’t care anymore.

It’s April 2018 now, and you dropped out of school.

I’m dating my best friend, the one you made me drop.

She supports me being trans, and uses my preferred pronouns and name.

You didn’t support me at all.

Since we started talking again, I was more happy then I had been with you in the two years.

I hope your life gets better.

Maybe you’ll realize you shouldn’t have dropped out, as we graduate on June 5th.

Maybe you’ll hate me reading this, I don’t know.

I wanted to get this off my chest.

~sincerely, the transgender.