You're the one that ended the relationship. You're the one that moved on immediately, with the guy you kept telling me was "just a friend". You're the one that lied throughout the entire relationship. You're the one that broke the trust between us, over and over again. You're the one that clearly didn't love me as much as I loved you. You're the one that ruined everything. You're the one that needs to just finish the job. You're the one that wants no contact. You're the one that needs to send me my stuff, so I won't have anything to contact you about anymore.
Unless that's our plan? Keeping my stuff so I still have to talk to you? But then why the fuck are you not talking to me? I understand that you're full of guilt and regrets, but you're gonna have to get over that and either send me my stuff or talk to me. I don't wanna have to fly all the way back and forth just to come get it myself. I want to be civil about this, and just move on, but you're making it way harder than it needs to be.
You're right that breaking up was the right decision for both of us. Long distance was never gonna work after you broke the trust so many times. It was causing us both more stress than anything else. It's sad, because I really did love you more than anything. I loved you so much that I abandoned my friends, family, career, country and mental health just to be with you. You repaid me by lying, cheating, going behind my back and gaslighting me into thinking I was the problem.
All I ever did was love you and ask to be treated with respect. You were incapable of that. I was having to beg for phone calls with you, and then actually never even getting them, because I was not a priority for you and you didn't respect me. Sleeping with him a week after the breakup definitively proved that you never really gave a shit about me. I was just a toy for you to play with and then cast aside when you had finished breaking me completely.
I need to get my life back together, but I can't do that while we still have unfinished business. Let me move on, like you have already done. Send me my stuff so we can finish this awful chapter of our lives.