So, it’s been about 3 months that we’ve broken up. I caught you cheating, not once, but 3 times. You devoted a lot of your time and energy to these girls when that could’ve been for me. I took care of you when you had your back surgery, I took care of our bills, I let you borrow my car for anywhere that you wanted to go when I was at work and what did you do? You met up with one of the girls you were talking to. I took care of your kids when you wanted to go out… I treated them as if they were my own. I gave you everything I had only to be returned whatever it is you gave me.

I should’ve left after the first girl. I should’ve never put up with all of it. But you had a knack for making me feel guilty. You always made it seem like I was the one with the problem. As if I wanted to start a fight. I should’ve left before it was too late. Now, I’m about to have our daughter. I don’t regret her. I told you that I wanted a child. I wanted a family with you because I loved you. Despite everything you put me through.

Now, you keep trying to reach me… telling me that you still love me, how much you’ve changed, how you are going to prove to me that you truly love me and you want to be a part of our daughter and my life. I believed you at first, but I see that you’ve been going out, talking to other girls, living your life. I heard that you brought a girl to your place. I was angry at first… but now, with every day getting closer to meeting our daughter… I’m realizing that I don’t need you. Now, as the days pass, I’m realizing that I don’t want you. I deserve so much better. I hope you treat your next girlfriend better than you treated me. I’m finally at peace.