Hey dude,

Sup?  You probably won't respond to this--which is probably for the best, as I don't have much vested interest in decoding your poorly-constructed and thinly-veiled metaphors. 

Don't you have anything better to do than have prissy little slapfights with your ex-girlfriend over the internet?  Surely you can spend your time more productively than tersely rubbing your black leather dracula collar between your fingertips as you flood the internet with yet another tale of inane abstraction and sad desparation. 

You are not her protector, nor are you her savior or her hero.  You've neglected that responsibility for years.  Her job is not your concern, nor is her future.  Don't worry, dude, I've got it all under control. 

We are all trying to be well-adjusted grown-ups, regardless of how much black we wear.  I think you should accept the fact that your role in her life has been diminished to nothing more than an overly aggressive child pounding on the walls and clamoring for some sort of attention while the adults are trying to have a civil conversation in the next room.  

The only reason I feel like I have carte blanche to speak to you on this subject is simply because you feel as if you still have a certain right to interject your shitty opinions (cleverly guised as shitty prose) into our lives, despite the fact that you have been asked to abstain on several occasions.  You have neither right nor reason to assume that I am a negligent partner based on your overwhelmingly sheltered view on "how things should be."  Based on the knowledged I've gained about you, you are no paragon of virtue, beacon of morality, a last bastion of hope, or whatever glimmering image of yourself you are carrying this week.  You operate under the veil of "caregiver," yet your incentive is to belittle, rather than nurture. 

I intended this to be a lot longer.  I intended to say a lot more about your character, but reflecting on everything that you seem to be, there really is not much to talk about.  You are a garden variety sociopath, who hides behind aggression, manipulation, and a charismatic front rather than developing into a reasonable person.  

I have unfortunately never had the displeasure of personally interacting with you, but I have luckily been privy to a number of phone calls between you two.  I feel, also, as if this lends me some sort of communicative hall pass in this matter.  It has helped me glean insight into the relationship you two used to share.  She will say something--you will say the opposite thing progressively louder and angrier.  She starts to get sad.  She hangs up on you.  You call her back and grudgingly apologize.  Then things get interesting.  As she regains her composure, you two speak civilly, casually, and almost intimately about the little nuances of life that, obviously nobody but you cares about.  Then she says something you disagree with.  I'll stop here, but this is my point.  The entire time, I am sitting next to her.  I can hear both of you.  I began to convince myself that I was an impassive listener caught between two lovers bickering over the phone.  Again, that is not your place anymore, nor will it ever be.  You belittle, you abuse, and then you soften up to draw her back in.  I have come to understand that your argumentative style can be reduced to "I AM LOUDER THAN YOU ARE," and unfortunately, she has become way too civil to participate in this any longer. Where you previously squashed her self-esteem and made her feel like less-than-a-person, I have successfully rebuilt.  If my undoing of your hard work offends you, just pretend that I apologize.

In conclusion:
This is our life.  There is no room for you anymore.  So, please, stay out of it.  I am sorry for your loss.  Now go get married you silly boy :)

Kisses,
Trey.