I hate you


I miss the way you treated me when we were together

 I hate that you hurt me 

I hate that you left me 

I hate that you can't hear me cry 

I hate that you don't understand how I feel every time I look in our son's eyes and see you 

I hate that you are still wearing that uniform after you sexually assaulted me even though you were drunk

I hate that you didn't listen when I told you can't trust some people because they can stab you in the back 

I hate that you can't see that our son wants to be with his mom and not you  

I hate that I have to hear our son cry after he comes home from spending the weekend with you  

I hate that every time you drop our son off he clings to my leg and telling mommy I don't want to go back to daddy I want to stay with you and daddy Matt

I hate that you can't see that our son is scared of you 

I hate that I have to this to you but it's the best for our son that you only talk to him on the phone and video chat  

he will not be going to your house on the weekends anymore 

I'm sorry but this is for the best for our son Rodney.




  • Author: adeana stobs (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2017 16:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • burning-embers

    I think you say it all and with such clarity and obvious motherly love. Ive been involved in this subject from various angles and seen some horrors. I think your piece is well written and thoughtful. You tell a story leading to your conclusion. Good construct.

  • onepauly

    the subject hate . time is a good healer

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