I wrote him a letter. But didn't send it. I'd like to. But I can't bring myself to send it or carry out the email process.

The thing is, it didn’t have to end that way. You chose to say terrible things to me and make me feel worthless. You chose to tear me down in your parting letter as a way to make yourself feel better. You abused your power in my darkest hour. That is a huge red flag to me. I wish you all the best as a person I’ve known for only a month, who was kind and sweet, and then did a 180 when things got hard. You verbally assaulted me. It’s not ok to talk like that to me or anybody. Maybe Voldemort. But you’d only be playing into his hands. If you were really concerned about my happiness, or had ever loved me, you would have been kind. and mature. Honesty has a filter. Cruelty doesn’t. I have lost my respect for you, but I will not stoop to your level. I will not tell you my unsolicited thoughts on you as a relationship partner. I will not try to make you feel terrible. (I think you already do). I want to share something with you though. Hurt people hurt people. And boy you really hurt me. I considered slashing my wrists. I already felt verbally murdered. Why not just carry it out. I won’t hurt myself though. I won’t kill myself over verbal assault. I will just do my best to heal, carry the scar, and never give up on my dreams. But you are no longer part of that dream equation.