To the father of my children:
From the very start, I believed in you. I never knew that believing in you would be the death of me.
You see…
It appears that the breath in your lungs depleted my oxygen. Every lie you told that I believed was an extra second of me holding myself under water.
Why is it that the stress you brought made my heart ache? With as many tears as you caused, I was left dehydrated. Every time you ignored my call almost caused my first stroke.
My heart stopped beating every time you hurt me. Speaking of that…why did you hurt me?
…
From day one, I was good to you. Looking back on it, I was far too good FOR you. Inspiration, genuine laughs, thoughtfulness, ‘just because’ guestures, and honesty- you never had to ask for.
I prayed for you every day. Was I praying for you to break my heart? Not exactly, but I asked God for a thing and He delivered.
My grass was indeed greener, but you killed it because you kept walking on it.
I could have died for you- TWICE. Oh, speaking of that, thank you for my babies. They were the only ones worth the bloodshed.
I thought I would die of natural causes, but you shot me. Now, I’m spending everyday fighting for my life.
..I choose to live.
Alex
