You left me.

You left me in 2017. Early in 2017. 

You left me without telling me. 

You made a choice to get invested with someone else. You made a choice to turn to her and not to me. 

You left me with with no future. 

You made a choice to build a tomorrow with someone else. You made a choice to change direction and didn't have the decency share that new plan with me. 

You left me with all of the problems and the work. 

You made a choice to stop taking care of the business, the bills, the upkeep of the house ... all while taking care of her and hers. That is not just unkind, my dear. That is truly mean. You made a choice to ignore and deny the life we built. 

You left me alone. 

You made a choice to abandon me. I get that perhaps she needed someone, too. But why was her need greater than mine? Why did I not matter? How could you be so purposefully hurtful to someone you shared a life with? 

You left me like I was worthless. 

You made a choice to stop caring for and about me. And yet to continued to string me along, telling me that you loved me and that you were trying to get home to me. You repeated that you wanted to be here. That you were trying to get here. But you weren't. 

You tortured me. That's more than selfish. 


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