Don't even speak.

I don't want to hear the excuses anymore. I don't want you to pretend you're motivated and things are going to change. I don't want your fake enthusiasm it makes me want to vomit. I'm tired of the junk energy you bring to every day. You act hurt because I'm done with your crap but it's been seventeen years of promises and not one kept.

I get you were masking. I get I was the magical one who made life fun. Now after all this time being stuck with you you've drained me of hope, fun and safety. You've left me to parent alone when you have everything and I've sacrificed everything.

I hate you. You're a terrible father. You fooled me. Maybe I was worth the effort at first but you got tired of pretending once you realized I wasn't going to support you in every way. Especially after we had a child. You became a second child.

I don't understand. I really really don't get it. I have tried to be understanding and care as best I can because our son loves you, but you fail over and over and you do nothing to make it better.

You make being a mother harder. You know I've lost everyone and you still don't care about anything but eating and screens.

You disgust me.