Well I never told you, everything I know about breaking hearts, I learned from you, it's true...
I've never done it with the style and grace you have
But I've made long term plans
Based on these mistakes
Is this what you call tact?
I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call,
And end this conversation
There's nothing worse...
I swear, you have no idea
The jealousy that became me thinking
That you always had it way too easy
Dear Somebody,
I just want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for doing what you did. Everything I saw today - the kicker being that this chick is now living in ouryour apartment and her daughter was sleeping in my daughter's bed - proved to me that I am SO much better off without you. And I'm glad I learned this now instead of marrying you and learning the hard way. I really hope you cleaned those sheets before you let my daughter sleep in that filth. Piss-covered sheets? Disgusting.
I'm over you hurting me. I'll get over you lying and doing what you did. I will. I'm well on my way to being a much better and stronger person, in turn, making me a better parent, which I'm grateful for. And it'll make me a better woman, not only for myself, but for someone that actually deserves my time and my heart.
But I will NEVER forgive you for hurting my daughter. I will NEVER forgive you for doing this to her. You can't give me money for your own daughter but you can support some girl you met at a bar WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME and her kid... where's her husband? Do you even care? Do you even realize what you guys are doing? This isn't about us anymore. This is about my daughter. I don't give a damn about her or her kid, that's your problem now. You need to start worrying more about the welfare of your daughter and not someone else's.
If you really loved her like you said you did - and maybe you do, so kudos - you wouldn't have slept with me when you two were together. You wouldn't have told me you loved me as much as you did. You wouldn't have talked to me so much. And maybe you were holding onto something that wasn't there. God knows I did. I knew that no matter how much I loved you or what I did, you were never going to change. I'm partially to blame for sleeping with you, too. But that's what you do when you love someomne. You try. And I tried my damnedest.
And I'll admit. I have feelings for someone else. But I would never use it as a weapon to hurt you like you tried to do to me. I never once rubbed it in your face that there was another man in my life when we separated, and even after everything you did to me, I still gave him up for another chance to work it out with you. Because I love you.
I will love you until the day I die. You are my daughter's father, and I'll always be grateful for that gift that you gave me. But as far as I'm concerned, you are a sperm donor. You were a 3-year-long terror. Mistake. Bump in the road. Learning experience. Whatever.
And I am so proud of myself. No matter which way you twist it, I am doing this by myself. My daughter doesn't ask for you. I have not heard the word 'daddy' come out of her mouth since last month when you dropped her off and she said bye to you. My daughter is fed and bathed and educated and taken care of because I AM DOING IT. My parents are helping me because you won't. And it's sad, because every night before she goes to bed, I kiss her belly and kiss her forehead and say "I love you and your daddy loves you". Why do I even do that for you? Oh wait, I don't. I do it for her.
I hope one day you wake up and realize what you've done to me and that little girl. And I hope that you feel as terrible as I have felt for the past two months.
But I've made long term plans
Based on these mistakes
Is this what you call tact?
I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call,
And end this conversation
There's nothing worse...
I swear, you have no idea
The jealousy that became me thinking
That you always had it way too easy
Dear Somebody,
I just want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for doing what you did. Everything I saw today - the kicker being that this chick is now living in ouryour apartment and her daughter was sleeping in my daughter's bed - proved to me that I am SO much better off without you. And I'm glad I learned this now instead of marrying you and learning the hard way. I really hope you cleaned those sheets before you let my daughter sleep in that filth. Piss-covered sheets? Disgusting.
I'm over you hurting me. I'll get over you lying and doing what you did. I will. I'm well on my way to being a much better and stronger person, in turn, making me a better parent, which I'm grateful for. And it'll make me a better woman, not only for myself, but for someone that actually deserves my time and my heart.
But I will NEVER forgive you for hurting my daughter. I will NEVER forgive you for doing this to her. You can't give me money for your own daughter but you can support some girl you met at a bar WHILE YOU WERE WITH ME and her kid... where's her husband? Do you even care? Do you even realize what you guys are doing? This isn't about us anymore. This is about my daughter. I don't give a damn about her or her kid, that's your problem now. You need to start worrying more about the welfare of your daughter and not someone else's.
If you really loved her like you said you did - and maybe you do, so kudos - you wouldn't have slept with me when you two were together. You wouldn't have told me you loved me as much as you did. You wouldn't have talked to me so much. And maybe you were holding onto something that wasn't there. God knows I did. I knew that no matter how much I loved you or what I did, you were never going to change. I'm partially to blame for sleeping with you, too. But that's what you do when you love someomne. You try. And I tried my damnedest.
And I'll admit. I have feelings for someone else. But I would never use it as a weapon to hurt you like you tried to do to me. I never once rubbed it in your face that there was another man in my life when we separated, and even after everything you did to me, I still gave him up for another chance to work it out with you. Because I love you.
I will love you until the day I die. You are my daughter's father, and I'll always be grateful for that gift that you gave me. But as far as I'm concerned, you are a sperm donor. You were a 3-year-long terror. Mistake. Bump in the road. Learning experience. Whatever.
And I am so proud of myself. No matter which way you twist it, I am doing this by myself. My daughter doesn't ask for you. I have not heard the word 'daddy' come out of her mouth since last month when you dropped her off and she said bye to you. My daughter is fed and bathed and educated and taken care of because I AM DOING IT. My parents are helping me because you won't. And it's sad, because every night before she goes to bed, I kiss her belly and kiss her forehead and say "I love you and your daddy loves you". Why do I even do that for you? Oh wait, I don't. I do it for her.
I hope one day you wake up and realize what you've done to me and that little girl. And I hope that you feel as terrible as I have felt for the past two months.