an open letter to my exes
i just got done looking through all of my old pictures with ex boyfriends. some people will say it’s weird that i kept the pictures and screenshots and videos of us. but, on nights like tonight, i like to look through them and remember the happy times. now each one of those boys hurt me in a new and gut wrenching way. but they also gave me smiles, laughs, kisses, hugs, and memories. oh so many memories. and i love having those. because for some reason, they needed to happen. they needed to make me stronger. mistakes, by all of them and myself happened throughout the relationships. but i would be so ungrateful if i didn’t thank them. now again, some of you are probably so confused. why would i thank a mentally abusive boy? why would i thank a liar and a cheater? why would i thank boys who broke my heart into a million pieces? because they taught me. to the mentally abusive one, you’re attempts to drive me away from my family made me cling even tighter to them, especially now. ...