I hope you don't text me again. I don't want you asking how our son is doing. I just don't want you talking. You're so full of shit. And I am so done enduring it!
Please don't let me say it. Don't push me. Keep your mouth shut and your thoughts to yourself, so you won't regret ever asking. I've reached my crazy limit. I can no longer bend. I'm tattered and exhausted. I am so grossed by you and I'm certain you'd wish you burn in sweet hell than to hear what I had to say. So don't wait for it.
If I say our son is okay, would that ease your overwhelming guilt and save you from a little fatherhood shame? Why would I present you such pleasure? And if I say he's not okay? Is there anything you can do?! You haven't really played your role for almost two years! And you've never really changed.
I really don't know how you do it. It breaks my heart and it shatters all the tiny hope left when I realize how you are able to carry on with your life while abandoning our son, the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, and the love of my life. You are dead STUPID. You do not deserve my son. You do not deserve us. There..I said it.
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