I still love you. After all the chances I gave you, the fact that you could not find it in your heart to give me a second chance kills me more and more every day. I want to get over you. I want to hate you. After what you put me through and every thing you have taken away from me, I want to destroy the gifts I have given you and the things I made for you and I want to forget you.
But I can't. Even after almost three years, I can't.
I know it's pathetic.
Perhaps when our child turns eighteen it will be easier to move on.