You are the most selfish and self-centered person I have ever met. And no act of charity or volunteerism will ever make up for the way you treat others, especially those closest to you.
Your mother once told me that I should strive to create a big family in order to "drill the selfishness out of me". But if that's the case, what explanation does she have for you? How does someone that kind and welcoming and big-hearted like her not sway her own child to not just act the same but actually be the same?
Every single time you've hurt me -- and that's been a lot -- you have done so at your convenience. Rather than play nice, or give me the benefit of the doubt, or show any initiative to work things out in a mature way, you have continually done your worst to secure absolute control of our relationship and, thus, have ensured that no progress will ever be made in it. Of course, your immediate defense will be to question why I even bothered with you then. The simplest answer: I was fooled into believing (and then fooled myself into believing) that you were worthy of my loyalty and love. I confused your brief displays of warmth and small doses of affection for sincerity, so I chose to believe in the best of you as you continued to wreak as much havoc as you could. (What can I say? I thought that I might overcome your ugly and relentless skepticism, which would compel you to finally lay down your arms and embrace me as a lover and a friend. But the fact that you never did speaks volumes of you as a person -- and of me as a damned fool.) And then I kept coming back because I was weak and hurting -- hurting more than I've ever hurt in my life (a hurt that you're partially responsible for) -- and still in love -- even as I write this, I'm still very much in love with you -- and needed some kind of affection/intimacy from someone -- anyone -- whom I loved so deeply and thought might care about me still.
But you don't care. You're abusive, and I'm pathetic. That's us in a nutshell. How proud we should both be, right?
I would tell you that you should be ashamed, but I know that would have zero impact on you. You are shameless when it comes to getting what you want at the expense of my feelings. Still, I would move mountains for you. And it's that kind of senseless devotion to someone so fucking neglectful and inconsiderate that makes my heart hurt more than anything.
That said, you are certainly right: I deserve better. But that wasn't a destined outcome, Bandit. That was your choice. It was always your choice to treat me the way you did -- and still do.
I hope that one day you'll come to realize that life is more than giving your time and focus to strangers and foster pets who will never truly require (or demand) any serious commitment from you. You actually have to be willing to give of yourself, particularly to those who choose to take a risk on loving you. Until you do that, you will never be capable of loving anyone, including yourself, and will only continue to carelessly break more hearts, including your own.
Maybe one day you'll come to understand this. Maybe then you'll tear down those defenses, connect with others in a meaningful and lasting way and finally evolve into the very person you pretend so hard to be.
Maybe then you'll be worthy of the love and devotion I feel for you (and shall continue to feel for you long after you've forgotten about me altogether).
Maybe then we can create something meaningful and lasting together. I'm certainly not opposed to that idea. Not at all.
How nice it would be to have something to look forward to with the someone I thought you were, and maybe one day might be.