You knew everything. There were no lies, no hiding. Yet this was returned with shade. You told me what you wanted, when you wanted to tell it. And then only bits and pieces. Enough to get by till the next time. Years of acting hurt when I questioned, mad at not being trusted, as you were busy being whatever you wanted to be behind my back. You said you were alone, but in reality you left me alone constantly. Never available, too busy with a million stupid things meant to keep me away from you. So committed to me that you could not take a couple of hours out of 6.5 years to look at some of the most important outcome, all inspired by you, from me for that entire time. Now you say it’s over and only one of us is devastated. For me there are no options, for you, I hope you find what you need. But you have cut a piece of my heart out that will never heal, it will bleed me dry and I have no one to blame but myself.