I should really be writing about a true tragedy...

You said something the other day that I can't stop replaying in my head.  Something so hurtful, yet at the same time so deluded, that I can't even find it in myself to be mad.

You never loved me the way that I fell in love with you.

I seriously can't see how you could even think like this, let alone voice it to my face.  I'm so hurt that it literally makes me sick to my stomach to hear those words over and over in my mind.

I stood by your side through so much.  I held your hand and walked you through life, even after you assaulted me in front of our 9 month old baby.  I, to this day, pick you up so you can see that child on a regular basis.  You have borrowed money that you have no intention of paying back, impregnated someone while we were broken up for two fucking seconds and stole that which I spent my hard-earned money on.

And yet, I still fucking love you.  Till the end of my days, you will still be that man that saved me from so much worse and gave me so much happiness.  I will still continue defending of all your failings to all that care about me while also raising our son alone.

Fuck this, I am mad at you.  Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.