I never liked myself and I blamed myself for every mistake that was made, until I realized that you had hurt me. All of a sudden, I realized that some of what I was blaming myself for wasn't my fault at all. I didn't want to blame you, but all you ever did was blame me.

If something happened that you didn't like, you instantly blamed me, even if I had nothing to do with it. Like that one time you broke the wall because you were mad at something else and threw something across the room, but you still blamed me for it, even when I was quiet and in the next room. You constantly yelled at me and then yelled at me for raising my voice saying that you weren't yelling.

I really don't want to hate you, but you've given me every reason to. You've hurt me so much that I can't recover properly from all the trauma. I really don't understand why you thought that I'd want to come back.