I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you. I never wanted this. I wanted to keep it so badly, but I gave up my dream of a family for you. You don’t care, and probably never will, and there is nothing I can do about it. I don’t understand why I’m still wasting time with you. I get more and more pissed off every time I think about it. It is entirely your fault that I am so miserable. I hope eventually you can get your head out of your ass and try to understand how I feel and where I’m coming from, but something tells me that will never happen. I hope with the next girl you knock up, you give her much more respect than you gave me, and that you support her, which you didn’t even begin to do for me. I’m done.