Took me a long time to come to terms with it. I'm still not completely certain I have. But there was a point I was at least ready to say goodbye. To get some closure. She refused us that. Treated me like I wasn't worth even a second of her time the whole way through. I am so incredibly angry at her for it. I want to hate her but I can't.

And, over a year later, I still think about her every single day. Still think of all the ways I could've been more understanding or more supportive. If she knocked on the door and said lets try again I wouldn't hesitate. I don't know how to reconcile those conflicting feelings and it is taking a toll.