Thank you for rooting for me to be unhappy. I don’t know why you feel better when I am down, but I don’t deserve that from you. I don’t know why I expected more from you. Every time I try to see good in you, I am reminded that you have allowed the anger and hatred to become you. I don’t want to live to be bitter. I don’t want to cry myself to sleep, or have a strained relationship with my children. I want my family to know that I love them. I want to end the cycle of abuse. You and I may never get past our shared history, but I always want you to be a part of my life. You are loved. Whether you know it or not, I love you.