I hate that you took me away from her. That you wasted almost five years of my life. I hate that I chose to spend time with you and that I missed out on so much of her growing up because I was too busy waiting on your to make up your mind and trying to make YOU happy. I hate that you were so selfish that you wouldn’t spend time at MY house with ME. I hate that there were times when I skipped school and spent it with you, instead of spending it with her. YOU didn’t deserve my time, she did and now I can’t go back. I can’t go back to her being little. I hate that you wasted my time, and I can’t get that time back. I am thankful that because of you I met my husband, because if I hadn’t wasted my time with you for so long, maybe I wouldn’t have met up with him. I hate that I wasted my time, because ultimately it was MY decision to cater to you, to put you above her. I was so dumb and stupid with fucked up priorities. I think of you and want to throw up. I am so thankful for what I have now and for who I am and who I married and my children. I look at pictures of her, of her being little, of when I was dating you, and I think about all the time that I burned. Boy, I fucked up…

I think I hate myself more than I hate you. Ultimately, I was the one who wasted my own time.

God, I still fucking hate you.