I’m confused and frustrated. Please, tell me what I did. Either that or tell me you just aren’t interested in being in my life. You are painting a pretty clear picture with your actions but I need to hear the words. Tell me to let go.
Play the victim all you want. I’m not interested anymore. You are selfish.
You will miss everything in my children’s life because I will no longer facilitate that those relationships. But you don’t care, do you?
It’s your loss, not ours. (it’s a little bit mine…)
I wish I could hate you. I wish I was as cold as you.
I hope you treat your other children better than you treat me.
~ Letters I’ll Never Send ~