There’s a confession I’ve been hiding for a long time, and now it’s time to come clean. After we broke up, I found out she was applying for the dream job she couldn’t stop talking about. Still bitter and angry, I wanted her to feel some of the pain she put me through.
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So, I did something unforgivable. I created a fake email and sent in a recommendation letter, but instead of praising her, I described her as unreliable and difficult to work with. I knew it would ruin her chances, and when she didn’t get that call back, I watched her struggle with disappointment. All the while, I pretended to be supportive, even offering her advice, while knowing full well that I was the reason she didn’t land that job.
I’m not proud of what I did. It was pure spite, and I’ve carried the guilt with me ever since. I thought hurting her would make me feel better, but it didn’t. All it did was make me realize how low I could sink when I let my anger control me.
