Manipulative, Lying Trollop

 

Things got a little rough, like you told me you wanted.
I held you down, like you asked me to.
I was nervous and uncomfortable, unused to the role, but I tried to hide it for the sake of your pleasure.
Afterward, as I held you gently, (which is really all I ever wanted to do) you smiled up at me, relaxed in my arms.

When we told my girlfriend, and she got a huge grin on her face, you told her how she was lucky to have someone like me,
and that it was the hottest experience you ever had.

Months passed with us three living together.
With our help and encouragement, you started to gain weight;
no longer was every rib visible and your doctor told you he was proud of your progress.
Then there was him, the guy all three of us agreed was the most immature and manipulative *explicative*  we'd ever met;
he looked at you and said you'd put on a few, responding to your smile by saying that you were 'losing your girlish figure'.

Another month or so passed, you getting a little distant, before we found out you were sleeping with him.
You and I got in a fight, over this and other things, and you started staying at his place.

When my girlfriend tried to reason with you, tried to understand why you were so angry with me,
and how you could be with someone like him who did nothing but put you down, and who you constantly said you hated,
you told her I had raped you.

Raped you!?!
All three of us knew this was a lie!
You had spent months living with us, telling everyone that knew of that night that you loved it, that it got you wanting just thinking of it!

But him? He hadn't heard of that night before..
and so my girlfriend and I came to understand why you would fabricate such a vicious lie;
your new screw hated me, so you didn't want him to know how you had loved my touch.

You told everyone how I had pinned your wrists, how I had been rough, and you used that to prop up your story.
No! You no longer liking me doesn't change anything about the past.
No! The fact that your recent lay wouldn't want you if he knew you wanted me doesn't mean you can take back prior consent.

But people believed you.
People who I had thought of.. as friends.
My girlfriend and I were baffled that people would be so stupid as to believe your lies.. until we remembered the others.

The guy from your past and the things you said he did;
we started to wonder how many of those things you had explicitly asked for, and how many never happened at all.
And the time you unexpectedly didn't come home one night,
then told us the next day that the guy you had been hanging out with had tried to force himself on you...

We were just as stupid as everyone else, just as blind to your blatant lies, because you were pretty, and funny,
because we had feelings for you, and wanted to protect you.

This was my first real heartbreak.
I had loved you, and had thought you cared deeply for me as well.
My girlfriend helped me through it, though, and our relationship was the stronger for it.

You? You're what's wrong with people.
Girls like you are why people are still sexist in this day and age, why people don't take a woman's opinion seriously.
Girls like you are why people don't believe it when a woman says she was raped.
How CAN they, when girls like you go about using the accusation to manipulate people, and as a weapon against people they don't like?

We see you now, and not only have you stopped making progress with your health,
you've lost all the weight you gained while with us, and then some.
Every one of your vertebra can now be seen, and you have dark hollows under your eyes.
You've started wearing wigs; have you gotten to the point where your hair's started falling out?
Talk about 'losing your girlish figure'.. you don't have any curves what so ever anymore;
your small chest is completely flattened, your hips narrowed to the bone.
You look a ghoulish figure.

When you were with us, you had plans to continue your education.
You had plans to start a career doing what you love.
Now, though, you're still working at your minimum wage job, which you hate.

And I say good.
You deserve it.
Any and every bad thing that has come your way since we split, and you started spreading your vulgar, malicious lies, you deserve.
I'm glad you were with a person you hate, purely because he put you down enough, that when he praised you it felt extra special,
and because he was physically attractive.
I'm glad that he treated you poorly, just as you treat everyone else, including him.
I'm glad you're miserable in an hourly job with your unjust boss.

If I thought you had the capacity to change, I might feel different.
I might think you'd had enough, I might feel some compassion for you, someone who I once loved.
But not only wont you change, you can't, and the you I loved never existed at all.
This isn't a series of misinformed choices you've made, this is you, at the core of your being;
a selfish, manipulative, shallow, petty, small person.

I hope the damage you do to others in your lifetime is limited.