Dear Yogi Attempt: 

It's sad that you were totally manipulative, intentionally or unintentionally, to fulfill whatever void you have in your heart. That push-pull thing you did would drive any person insane, and it seems to me that the only way you can deal with your own issues is to project your fragile ego and insecurity on to me and (try) control me via manipulation and aggression. Yours was one of the worst kinds of abuse, where you sing to me gently, stamp all over my opening tenderness, then repeatedly say: “Hey, you’re the one who's hurt, you opened, your bad.”

In short, you are indeed one self-centered asshole.

This egotistical nature of yours only proved you lack your own personal power, so you could only try and strip me of mine. I'm absolutely glad I didn't choose to invest any more of my energy and time into a relationship that was terribly unfulfilling and destructive. Perhaps I'll go even one step further, and reconsider everything you ever said to me as toxic, rather than sweet. I’ve encountered wild yogis, who do terrible things to the people around them. You could be one of them. That pat on the back you gave me just clinched it for me: your ego is out of control. So no, it's not me, it's not my issue. Perhaps my issue is learning how to slam the door on a snake, keeping venomous beings away from my tender heart. As you once said I was naive, well, I do not agree, I am naive just when it comes to you, so I guess that sort of malice could only be attained by encountering people like you on my path.

What I wanted and needed in a relationship was never going to be met by you… I guess you knew this, and you resented me for knowing it too. You were right. I feel a tremendous amount of relief by admitting this to myself, and I would never deal with any of your bullshit again if I had the chance to go back, not even in my spare time (since I always knew you weren't who I wanted to be with). Why waste my time? You were right, I wasn't in love with you. I only wanted to be. Still, I deserved better because I am better (and even while not being truly in love, I was better to you). 

If it helps, know that you won’t experience the same pain I'm going through, you'll go through something much darker, much more painful. But that’s your path, far and outside my slammed door. I'll keep that closed. I won’t let you feed off of me anymore. Maybe your teacher is strong enough to slap some sense into you, but that's not my deal.

I'm glad I ditched you.

PS: I guess you needed to give back some of the pain for all those lousy times you cried in bed fearing that I might fall in love with someone else. 

Goodbye forever, you fragile dick (no pun intended).

Oh, my therapist wants you to know that thing you did is called sexual abuse. Though I doubt if I agree, I see right through it, nothing more than just another pathetic attempt of appearing strong when being so weak. Do you remember that I laughed in the middle of my tears? Yeah, that was me acknowledging the abuse, but very consciously admitting to myself how ridiculous you really are. Someone who'd sit on a lotus flower, showing their melted stars tattoos on their feet, just before abusing. Who gives another person an ultimatum after abusing them? Someone with lack of tools and humanity. It was so easy.