Why me ?

Why was he so cruel to me during the final few discards? Why did he have to be so cold? What is it about me that he couldn’t love ? Why does he get to move on without a care in the world when I’ve given him everything of me. Why would he yell at me when all I wanted was answers ?I can’t stop replaying it in my head how heartless and detached he was. Why me? What did I do to deserve that kind of treatment? How is he able to just move on, be happy, and in a new relationship after everything, while I’m still here, stuck in this pain? It feels so unfair.

I can’t believe this is my life right now. One moment, I’m reminiscing about when he was good to me, and the next, all I can think about is how badly he treated me toward the end—like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. Was I just there to be used? Was any of the love even real? It’s been five months since he cut me off completely, and I still don’t understand how someone who once claimed to care could throw me away so easily. It’s devastating. How can he be in a relationship after the turmoil and depression he put me through. It’s not fucking fair