Dear Kenny,

On Jan 7, the door is finally closed between us. You broke my heart, but I couldn’t seem to get myself to close the door on you. So I had to make you do so.

I lied when I said that I wanted you to live with regrets. The truth is I only want the best for you, and if you never really had feelings for me, you shouldn’t know about our baby. If you are involved with our life, I know you and I will get intimate and you’ll be forced to be with me. No one will benefit from that. Not me, not you and not the baby.

Kenny, you know I can provide our baby with a good life. He’ll grow up in a nice home, drive a nice car, and go to a good school. I know none of these can replace a father, but having a father who is so cruel to the mother will only cause the child to resent you.

I will most likely tell him that you passed away, that when you were alive you loved us and provided for us. I want him to have a good image of his father. I wish I had a piece of you for him to look at, but you’re so cruel, you left me nothing, not even a picture.

Now you’re free to go back to your life, alone and purposeless. Sometimes I wonder why you’d rather be alone than with me. I was never a bitch to you, and you said that yourself. I always tried to please you. I wonder if I was really that unpleasant to be around that you pushed me so far away.

Oh, well, I’ll never know the answer. I’ll never know why it didn’t work out. And I’ll never know if you ever had feelings for me at all. That’s what you want for me to suffer from not knowing.