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<details text="Bad enough for an LJ cut"><summary>Bad enough for an LJ cut</summary>
The sex, all two times, was mediocre; we talked about only a small segment of things over and over again; we each felt that we had to hide part of ourselves to match the other person; you broke up with me a total of three times, all for the same reason; and we finally ended things over our first argument: about the sheets on the bed.  Hardly a deep relationship.

I don't want you back.  I saw the end of the relationship coming months in advance, and I know you felt it.  It was a relief when the tension was broken and I no longer had to work to keep that non-balance working.  I don't love you anymore, except out of some perverse brotherhood after having known you for so long, and I don't expect you to take me back in any way.

So why am I still torn up?  I think because I hate you.  Like, true hatred, utter loathing, complete contempt for the way you ruined my life - the way I view myself, the way I interact with others, and every daily trivial task that I have to deal with - and it's making me hate myself in turn.  I want to hurt you as bad as you hurt me, and that's a pretty ugly feeling.

Andrew Streyer, I hope you live a happy life with whomever you want, doing whatever you want, but please don't ever talk to me again.

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			`The sex, all two times, was mediocre; we talked about only a small segment of things over and over again; we each felt that we had to hide part of ourselves to match the other person; you broke up with me a total of three times, all for the same reason; and we finally ended things over our first argument: about the sheets on the bed. Hardly a deep relationship.`

			`I don't want you back. I saw the end of the relationship coming months in advance, and I know you felt it. It was a relief when the tension was broken and I no longer had to work to keep that non-balance working. I don't love you anymore, except out of some perverse brotherhood after having known you for so long, and I don't expect you to take me back in any way.`

			`So why am I still torn up? I think because I hate you. Like, true hatred, utter loathing, complete contempt for the way you ruined my life - the way I view myself, the way I interact with others, and every daily trivial task that I have to deal with - and it's making me hate myself in turn. I want to hurt you as bad as you hurt me, and that's a pretty ugly feeling.`

			`Andrew Streyer, I hope you live a happy life with whomever you want, doing whatever you want, but please don't ever talk to me again.`

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