Dear Jay,
I don’t care that you married who I thought was my friend. I don’t care if you have a brand new house, a brand new car, and a great paying job now - even though you refused to hold a job the entire length of our relationship. I don’t even care if you manage to convince the entire world that your good guy act is genuine.
Leaving you a blubbering mess was and will always be the single best decision I’ve ever made in my life. I would rather live in a box for the rest of my life than spend one day in a mansion with you.