• why

    by  • September 1, 2015 • To You • 2 Comments

    You promised it would be easy;
    You said, “I love you, come with me and we will be happy”
    You lied.

    Why did you lie?

    The first indiscretion you had, you told me “it was a mistake, I was drunk. I’m so sorry, I love you. It’s always been you, she was just some girl, she means nothing”
    You slapped me for even questioning how much you loved me.

    You started lying to me. Leaving out major details on what you were doing, and who you were seeing. I wasn’t allowed near a boy. But you were staying in other girls beds, but you told me never to worry they were “just friends”.

    I was never even aloud a friend. You found ways to isolate me from everyone. My friends, My family.
    I had no one.

    You started pushing me away.

    After the second time you had another one of your indiscretion. I stood up for myself. I ended things.
    Two days later I found out I was pregnant.

    You tried to blackmail me.
    You told me to get rid of it to be with that “You’d be better, to get rid of my child, so we could be happy and finally start our life together”

    For 11 weeks you convinced me that this baby should die.
    my baby should die.

    at 12 weeks. I told you I was keeping it.
    You punched me in the stomach outside your house. Told me fuck off, that you never want to see me or our baby ever again. Then slammed the door and left me there. Alone. Hurting.

    Two days later I find out you slept with 2 of my friends.

    15 weeks into my pregnancy you showed up at my work with a girl. Trying to make jealous. Being rude to me as I served you. I went home and cried all night.

    19 weeks, I called you up inviting you to the scan. You said you’d be there but never showed up. I found out he was a boy. 2 weeks later I finally got up the nerve to call you and see why you missed the appointment you said you’d be at. You told me you had a girlfriend.
    You told me to stay the fuck out of your life.

    30 weeks, I had come to the terms of being a single mother

    32 weeks, you called me up apologizing for everything in the past. I invited you over. You wanted to know the gender. You hit me when you I told you I hadn’t told anyone and I wanted to be a secret.
    I went to work with a bruised arm the next day.

    I didn’t hear from you again.

    40 weeks, I had my beautiful boy.

    You came over 3 days later. Told me you hated his name, that I would only pick that out of spite and now our child will suffer because of my selfishness. I loved the name I picked for him.

    Weeks passed, you came over once more. You were good to the boy. Played with him, sat there talking to me like you’d never done a thing wrong.

    I haven’t seen you since.
    It’s been the happiest time in my life.

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    2 Responses to why

    1. A lion
      September 2, 2015 at 6:36 pm

      Hey, I am so sorry to hear about the abuse you’ve gone through and the person you’re describing sounds like a real scumbag. Though, I’m guessing you love this person or you thought you did in the past?

      I’m male and I’m guessing this letter is about a male and it makes me sick. I know there are a lot of men in the world who physically and emotionally batter women but I just don’t want to believe it I guess. You deserve to be treated better.

      Honestly, I had to take short breaks while I was reading this because I just wanted to cry. No one deserves to be treated that way, regardless

      Nothing breaks my heart more than hearing about families being separated from each other. But, sometimes it’s for the best.

      I wish you the best of luck in life and I hope everything works out for you.




    2. Unknown
      September 3, 2015 at 8:34 am

      Wow, this is honestly heartbreaking. But I am gad you are doing better. Keep going.



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