You left. Again. The day before Father’s Day.
I’m stuck explaining to the kids. Again.
I feel rejected. Again.
I’m sending long, emotional texts that I hate myself for but can’t seem to stop sending. Again.
You respond with silence. Again.
Thank you for not responding. It shows me how little you respect me and how little value I have in your life.
I needed to remember this. I needed to remember how many times you have abandoned our family, physically and emotionally.
I needed to remember that I deserve someone who respects me, cares for me, and wants me.
I needed to remember how you are not how my love colored glasses see you.
Thank you, thank you for fucking me over and breaking us one last time so I can finally finally see things for how they are and move on.