Today, on what was supposed to be a happy day, you managed to ruin it for me.

Again.

I meant what I said about being selfish. I’m tired of not being selfish in this whole situation when your selfishness is apparently what drives you. I also meant what I said about our relationship – get the fuck out of the way. You’re not helping either of us.

I get it – you don’t trust me.

Guess what? I don’t care. I don’t have to prove myself to you. The only person who matters is eight years old. As long as we’re nowhere near you, we’re fine. Instead of screwing with me, you should me more worried about what you’re doing to her. If you can’t see it, you truly are blind.

I do have to thank you. On this day, a day that was supposed to be happy, a day you managed to turn to complete shit, you still managed to do something for me.

You’ve made my decision easier.