Letter to no one

I know you're not going to read this.  You left as fast as you came. Didn't matter who you took out in your wake, but you knew you didn't want to stay.  I'm writing this-not because I want you back-but because for the first time in almost two years, I didn't get hurt by your memory.   I listened to our song on the radio on the way home and didn't cry.  I didn't let myself change the station-because normally the band that played that song is too painful to hear as well.  But I made it through, and realized it wasn't ever "our song".  You were never in this relationship like I was-I don't know if it was a game-or a challenge to you, but I finally reached the point where I'm no longer hurt by our memories.  And I did something I never thought I was going to do--I talked to the guy in town you hated.  And guess what?  Now he's my friend.  I don't think you've ever had a "friend" that you couldn't get something out of.  And when they're used up - it's treat them like shit until they make you get out of their life.  That way it's not your fault.  You get to stay the victim.  Lord knows you've been playing one the whole time you were with me. . ."Oh, ex-girlfriend was so mean." "Oh, my car" "Oh, my old roommate is a crazy jerk, look what everyone is doing to me"  STOP! Look what you're doing to everyone else! You try to be the victim, because you set yourself up to be it. 
So, good bye to you. I deserve so much better.