It's all over now, peace is slowly returning to life. Things are calm in my new home without you. I'm not routinely battered, berated and abused on a nightly basis. But it's no Reprieve, you can still hurt me, just in new and exciting ways. I don't understand.
I took care of our son, paid all your bills and supported your vices without flinching. I did all the cooking, the cleaning, I'm the only one who worked and I'm the only one who ever bathed our son or brushed his teeth.
All you ever cared about were the people outside our home, irrelevant in any way that matters, but the only people you seemed to give a fuck about. Why people you never seem to matter to are always your priority I will never understand.
And now that we're over you hold my son as ransom, using my love for him as a means to get what you want. It's not my responsibility to take care of you anymore. You don't get too drive my cars, live in my home and take what isn't yours. So if that makes me the bad guy now, fine. I'm done giving in to your madness and bullshit. Don't deprive that little boy of the one who cares about him you self-serving waste of life.
For reference or whatever you want to call it, that picture is from the day after we split. Thanks for the memories and the emotional (and physical) scars.
