I think about you all the time. Problem is, I had valid and important reasons to leave you.
Why couldn't you treat me with love and respect? Why couldn't you let us build a life together? Why did I let you make me feel like I wasn't worth anything?
I look at our daughter, and I wish that you actually wanted to be a part of her life. But I don't think you care. You probably moved on the day that you were served with the protective order.
If only you knew how much a part of my life you still are, despite the hell that you put me through.