Credit: Steven Weissman

I thought I loved you, but you are no different than any other
self-righteous politician. My therapist says that you are a narcissist
and that you only love yourself and that all narcissists are close to
being sociopaths. We promised to work things out and then you sent me
to Mexico for some time to myself. Do you remember when I came home and
found the shitty condom in the garbage and all of our pictures together
hidden in the office and you told me that I was making things up?
Remember how you said that it was no big deal and that I was being
dramatic? I said that I hoped you died of disease and I thanked
Craigslist for providing the seemingly fat middle-aged fag that you
fucked in our bed in front of our cats. I could continue to wish that
your small gay cock would rot off and that you would die a slow and
painful death, but you are an elected politician, which alone is its
own punishment. You will always maintain superficial relationships
because you want votes and campaign donations. You are self-serving and
fake, and I hope you lose someday to a Republican.