Post breakup rant

We broke up. It was because he claimed he needed time to work on himself, time to better himself but it doesn't mean we might not ever get back together. I stupidly held onto hope, but found it within myself to move on. He said we could be friends, we kept in contact for a while, but eventually stopped and I know it's for the best. My brother, in anger, said he left me because I wouldn't give him sex. His words hurt.

I bought myself clothes, got my hair done, focused on myself and did things for myself that I never would've done before. And you know what? It feels damn good. I thanked him for teaching me how to love myself and I also realize just how bad he was for me. No, he wasn't abusive... but he wanted me to be something I'm not. Wanted me to have longer hair, be thicker, learn how to twerk. Apparently my efforts and love wasn't enough. I don't know what he wants, I was a damn good woman and his friends and family loved me. I miss them.

I've been mingling with people on the dating site we met on, and occasionally he'll log in. He needed to work on himself, huh? My ass. My mom said he'll come back, they always do, once they've had their fun to mess around. I can't wait for the day (if it ever were to come) just so I can shoot his second chance down. I'm not going to be a pie on someone's back burner or a last resort. If only he could see what he's missing, but i know that the best revenge is moving on.