I never wanted to kick you out of my life. I wanted you to tell me you would never be able to walk away, just like you used to say. I never wanted to be the bigger person, but I have to be that person even though I'm being ridiculed by you for it. I never meant to be sick, and vulnerable, and unstable. But I put my broken little pieces together on my own and once I finally became well, you lied and said the pressure of my illness was too much. It hurts to know you would rather make me out to be someone you know I'm not than face what you've done. Despite our circumstances, I stayed by your side. I knew you were lying to me, and stealing, and suppressing things I could never understand but I loved you enough to give you a chance to change just as you had for me. Instead, you became cruel, and saw the truth only through sedated eyes.
And regardless of that, you will still have to look at the person you've become.