Dear Ex,

Today I drove by your house. As I drove by, I took my right hand off the wheel, raised my middle finger, and kept it there for the entire length of your block. Never have I felt so great.

You were so deceiving that I fell for your tricks not once but twice. The first few weeks I was literally on Cloud 9. You'd call me beautiful, you'd listen to my problems, you were funny, you were a great boyfriend.

And then came lust.

That's all you wanted in the first place, wasn't it? You never ONCE genuinely cared about me or my feelings, but you sure as hell LOVED my bare body. Why couldn't I see that?

We made your basement our primary hangout spot. And then that hangout spot became the risk-taking spot, and by risks I mean love-making. Every time we did it I felt a connection. I don't regret that part.

I regret having that connection with you.

I deserved so much better. You were a nobody! You didn't care about school, you weren't into sports, all you did was play video games and watch movies and fantasize about seducing me. You're a filthy, pathetic loser, always were and always will be. I don't know what I ever saw in you.

Actually, I do. I saw this blonde hair blue-eyed guy, the prettiest blue eyes I have EVER seen in my life. Your laugh was adorable. Your hugs were the greatest. You were one of the funniest people I knew.

Why did you have to ruin all that with your lust?

I can't stop thinking about you. Everyday you pop into my head at the most random times. Sometimes I miss you. But then I realize, I don't miss you. I miss the memories.

I shouldn't miss those memories; we went through so much crap. Speaking of crap, you never gave one crap for me. I remember it perfectly, that day I had a unusual symptom I'd never experienced in my five years of womanhood. I confided in you, even after we had broken our relationship off. You freaked out. You told me to take a pill, even though that would have done nothing if I had turned out pregnant. You wanted me to kill that child, my child, our child. You sicken me. Thank god that test came out negative, because you'd be the last person I'd want to raise a kid with.

Weeks later, you showed up at my house asking to be friends with benefits. You had some nerve. I should have punched you. I should have had my dad come outside and teach you a lesson.

A week ago you texted me "hi." After all we've been through, and you say "hi?" You really think I'm going to fall for that again? Nice try. I've grown up and moved on. It's time you did, too.

Before, all the other times after we broke up, I was able to see you and say hi. I kept a straight face, even wore a smile, and sometimes I even talked with you. But I assure you this: the next time I see you, you will not receive a smile from me; you will receive my middle finger in your face.

I don't wish you the best. I hope one day a girl comes along with the strength to tell you what I wanted to tell you all along.

By the way, I've been doing fantastic. I am so happy with my life right now; I have the greatest friends I could ask for, school is going well, I'm having so much fun at softball, and I see a successful future ahead of me. I am having a GREAT time without you!!!

So I leave you now. I hope this hurts, because I want you to feel the pain I felt when we were together or broken up.

Sincerely, your HAPPY ex-girlfriend