You "raised" a fucking child.

Infidelity is no longer my identity and I cannot express my gratitude for what you did. Thank you so fucking much for walking out. This has been the best thing to happen to me in the last 3 years. I am breathing fresh air. I am working out. I am losing weight. I am right … Continue reading Identity; →

You have no idea your potential. You are so strong. The strongest person I know. You have never needed anyone. You have been your own support for the last 12 years. With all of the worst examples of love and family. You rise, every time. You are so bright. You are the light in the … Continue reading Letters to myself; →

The scariest part is saying everything out loud. Everything I have been put through with this relationship. Every blinding head turn I took. Every lie I believed. It's amazing that you watched me for 3 years be hurt and disappointed by my own father, just to do the same to my son. I thought I … Continue reading Lost →

This is going to be the longest road. I have to forgive what you have done. I have to forgive myself for loving the wrong person for so long and so hard. I have to move on and know that I will be okay. I have done this before. I have been alone for the … Continue reading Forgiveness →

This is it. I got what I know my soul needed. I would never have stopped loving you. I would have forgiven everything. I would have let you hurt me so much, until I couldn't remember who I was anymore. I almost did. "Even when you're hurting me, I'll still be your person, baby." The … Continue reading Coming to Terms →

You were right to leave. I can't imagine how I made you feel. I spent the last year making you feel like you aren't good enough. I spent the last year searching for some kind of validation for my own feelings. I spent the last year being so angry that I couldn't see anything in … Continue reading Unsent Letter to You →

You walked out. Friday afternoon around 2pm. You called the police to help you come get your "things". You took your two cats and clothes from the dirty hamper. That was four days ago. Four days ago, my son waited by the window until 9pm for you to come home. You didn't. Three days ago, … Continue reading Walking Out →

It's been four months since I have thought about starting a new entry. It has been a while since we have had an ugly fight and I am so grateful for that. We recently spent a week with your parents and I learned a lot. I am a people watcher. I love it. I love … Continue reading Forgotten Entry →