It’s only been a week since you walked out the door of the place, once upon a time, we called home. It’s crazy how this time it’s just doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. But have I thought about you in small moments ? Absolutely. Does my son still ask when you’re coming home? Yes. But I make sure he knows everyday “ he just went to his mommy’s house“ I’ll never actually tell him that you left and won’t be returning.

But enough of that. I hope you’re doing good, and that you are finally feeling happier then you did when you were here with me. I’m not angry about what happened I’m actually having no harsh or ill feelings because I get it and I understand. At least we can say we tried like hell, we tried again and again but we finally just had to loose the battle and save ourselves before we couldn’t.

I’m sad you wont be around anymore because despite everything you were the one I wanted to tell all my good and bad days too. I’m sad because my son, someone you look at like your own, wont get to say – josh play with me again. Maybe down the road things could be a little more different but I don’t know if that’s a bridge I could cross again. Just please take care of yourself and learn to love yourself again. I’m always rooting for you.