He does not care, nor does he want to.
He is angry.
He is bitter.
He disapproves of everyone.
He thinks he know best and should never be bothered or tied down like the rest of us.
He wants nothing, yet everything at the same time.
He rages at the slightest sign of being 'disrespected' all while disrespecting everyone else far worse and far more frequently without any true justification..
He hates with gusto, but he loves with nothing except for within the tiny moments when he is getting what he wants.
I never meant anything real to him, because the level he functions on is false and vapid.
He doesn't want or care about a meaningful existence.
I was never loved or cared for. I was an aid to help him feel powerful and in control. I was something to enjoy, and then to degrade and shame so he could feel blameless and free. I was another pastime and an excuse for him to behave poorly. I was an outlet for his rage. I was more fuel for his sad story when he sits back and feels victimized instead of like someone who victimizes others. I was a lie to distract himself. I was an easy target..
He didn't see me, unless the view made him feel how he wanted to feel on a moment by moment basis..and even then his vision was distorted. I was something to be twisted to fit what he was in the mood for.
I was never treated as a loving, feeling, worthy person.. I was treated like a thing he wanted to use to help himself until he found someone, excuse me-something-that could 'help him' feel better. But he is never satisfied, nothing is ever enough, nobody is ever just right.
No matter how good he has it, or how good of a partner he manages to snag, he will still think he deserves more and better..because he can never find anything to make him feel ok when he's sitting still. Maybe sitting still with himself for too long could cause him to realize that he lives within a massive lie he has always told himself? He cannot face himself without help, but he doesn't want help.
I was mistreated and exploited.
Another person isn't supposed to be utilized to satisfy yourself.. People aren't supposed to be used at all. People are supposed to be loved. People matter.
My pain, joy, and peace matter— that just never mattered to him. I was reduced to entertainment and an occasional convenience.. Sometimes an inconvenient burden, other times a scapegoat and emotional punching bag.
He treated me like nothing, because that's how he saw me. He saw me as nothing of substance or value. He saw me about as well as he sees the reality of who he is being within his worst moments.
Whether he is highly narcissistic with unresolved issues, a sociopath/psychopath, or suffering with only God knows what..No matter what troubles or mindset he possesses, it doesn't change that he matters..and that I want him to be alright.
It also means that it is highly likely that he has been far gone for a very long time, and that he has no plan to come back. He broke and ran away from real life for a reason I will never know. But no matter the reason, no matter if he is pure evil, or just purely messed up, I forgive him.
He has my forgiveness and love, but I know I deserve much better than what he did to my heart and mind.This is why I say he was lucky I was around and wanted him..because he was. He treated me horribly. He did not deserve the time of someone he only wanted to hurt.
He failed to appreciate what he was fortunate enough to have, and then he shoved it away, turned his nose up and ran. That was his mistake to make.
Sadly, I don't think he is capable of doing anything good properly. How can he do the right thing when his hate and anger makes him treat everyone so very wrong??
I have to accept that the things I wrote at my angriest moments were likely 99% accurate. I have to accept that my worst fears regarding who he was, are probably exactly who he really is.
He does not care about me, he never did. He liked hurting me. His heart feels nothing, so he was not at all troubled by constantly misleading and crushing mine.
This is what I hate accepting.That the good I see is a complete lie. It's a hope, and a want..instead of reality.
Nothing he has shown me supports what I feel and wish to be there. So I'm going to work on accepting that only the bad was ever real