I have watched as you admire her from afar...

For two years... you’ve wrote songs about her, planned your whole entire life around “her”, and she isn’t me...

We have one child and one the way...

you told her you’d leave us behind and go to your dream state alone because you can’t pursue your dreams with a child... and now? You ask to do adoption because you’re “comfortable” with one child and can’t emotionally handle another...

I watched as you cheated one week before our son was born. Your excuse? You got sick of watching porn... “but I didn’t talk to anyone I swear” was your excuse for it to be ok.

You broke my wrist because I was “annoying” while singing our son to sleep... you scream at me because something didn’t go or turn out the way you wanted it to... we had a fight? You run to her. You “love me” you run to her. You watch her social media and comment how beautiful she is oh but “you’re just being friendly” “you’re just friends” but now it’s “she was my first love” wait I thought I was? You proposed at one point... only to call it off.

I wake you up for work every day, I raise our son while you work, I spent thousands on you... all for you to choose “her.”... i gave birth in front of you, Almost lost him and yet it’s “her.”