I was young when you gave up. Not too young to ask myself why, but too young to understand any answer that I might have gotten. The worst part? Never hearing it from you, never getting that reason why from you. I never got to hear both sides of the story. Hell, I barely know what set something like this off. Not that I really need to, because the outcome would still be the same.
I don’t know what went on in your life, or what the world looks like through your eyes. Maybe that’s part of the reason that things are the way that they are now. It doesn’t matter, though, because you still never put in any effort to make things right.
And I think that you deserve to know, the kind of effect you had. You deserve to know exactly how the choices you made changed my life. Continue reading “You gave up on me & I’m better off”