Irony

His accusations never seem to cease.

He firmly believes that I am someone I am not.

He believes I am a selfish, jealous, manipulative woman that seeks to control and change him.

He told me in the beginning he was basing what he thought of me on his experiences with previous women he had dated.

Had he taken the time to get to know me, he would have been able to accurately determine my character.

Had he taken the time to get to know me, he would have been able to see what I could and could not do.

He still refuses me that.

He still refuses to take the opportunity to get to know me.

If he were to do so now, he could accurately determine who I was.

He could then discover that I have never been what he accused me of.

He could then know who I am.

Then, if he chose to reject me, he'd be rejecting me for who I am.

That would be easier to accept.

Instead, he chooses to reject me for someone he convinced himself that I was.

His reasons for doing so don't seem to matter anymore.

What matters is that he chooses to cling to the false belief that I am like every other woman he's ever dated or known.

One day he'll realize he was wrong.