Blame.

Wow. It really doesn't stop does it? It's always my fault one way or another. And if I prove that it is t my fault, you will find something else to blame me for.
I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad mum. I'm not a bad girlfriend. But you make out Im the worst in the world until you realise what you have said and then you come and apologise, you say you're sorry and you want us to be friends. Then you expect me to just accept it and give you a hug. Tell you it's fine.
But it's not. It's not fine. None of this is fine. I'm not fine, you're not fine, this situation is far from fine. But it suits you coz you're getting exactly what you want from it whereas I get left feeling uncomfortable and disgusted and tbh, most of the time, you make my skin crawl. You brush past me down be corridor and I feel the need to wipe 'it' off, even though nothing is there. Then when you askfor a hug and I try and do it quickly, you wrap your arms around me like we're still together and t makes me feel
physically sick. You say things like 'If I hadn't been for the drinking, we would still be together'. Well NEWSFLASH! We wouldn't be. I don't like you as a person. I don't want to as a friend and I certaiy dot want you as a confidante.
I want you to go fix yourself up. Get a life. Find someone else to complain to coz Ive had enough.
I'm stronger now. I refuse for you to bring me down anymore.
The only person you're going to bring down is yourself.