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 knew you. Turns out, I almost forgot who I was while trying to be okay with the mistakes you kept making.
Now, you are making a single mother buy back her own son’s car seat.
I stopped playing music, I stopped singing, I stopped painting, I stopped being me. I was consumed by the anger and hurt. I was never validated with real apologies or actions of remorse or pleads of forgiveness.
In fact, you mocked the pain you caused me on the day you left. How I want to wish everything you have done to me upon you. I can’t. I could never.
When I say thank you, I mean it. Thank you for letting me go in the worst way.
I will be a better woman for someone else.
I have no more fight for you left and I am okay with that. It is the most painful feeling, but I am okay with it.
