u/Used_Crow8475

Doesn’t it hurt to know that our son got used to you coming in and out of our lives too? He doesn’t cry for you anymore, he doesn’t beg, he doesn’t ask. And really? It just makes me undeniably sad and regretful. All I can do is blame myself for letting you come back again and again and again, knowing it would always end the same. A reaction is always worse than the problem. You don’t care, you never cared, you’ll never care. I’m tired of begging. I’m just so tired. If I’m to blame, so be it.

I’m sorry. It’s for the best, and maybe one day we’ll both understand why it had to happen like this. And I don’t know why I convince myself you care, when I know you don’t, but maybe it’s the comfort of the idea that I’m not alone in the pain. God I wish it could’ve been you. But we both needed to push each other to grow, to see the worst in each other, to realize what we weren’t willing to tolerate. And I’m sorry that it had to be me. I’m sorry that it had to be you. Even if we don’t speak, I’m always rooting for you to succeed in life. I always knew it was never going to be me. I just hope you’re finally happy, and one day find what you need.