This Isn’t Funny Anymore, And Honestly, It Never Was

This Isn’t Funny Anymore — And Honestly, It Never Was
You always said it was my fault.
Always found a way to twist everything until I was the villain, the unstable one, the one who needed fixing.

But let me be crystal clear: the only thing I ever did wrong…
was not walking out the second you told me to abort our daughter.

That moment should’ve told me everything.

Because here we are. Years later.
And I have the most incredible daughter in the world — kind, vibrant, full of magic — and you’re still trying to break her.

You’re using her as a pawn in a game no one asked to play.

Instead of looking at that little girl and thinking,
“Wow, how lucky am I?”
“How do I protect her?”
“How can I support the woman who raised her to be this incredible?”

You look for new ways to punish us both.

And it’s not just her.
You’ve already left a trail behind — four other children. Four souls you bruised, abandoned, manipulated.
They didn’t just “drift away.” They actively dislike you. They saw the truth. And still, instead of doing the work to fix even one of those relationships, you come after a fifth child — as if that’s going to fill the hole you dug yourself into.

You always used to talk about what would go on your headstone.
“What will they say when I die?”

Let me tell you something heartbreaking, and true: There might not be anyone left to write anything.

No child’s hand to hold.
No real love.
No peace.

Because you chose control over connection.
Fear over love.
Manipulation over growth.

And here’s the part you’ll never understand —
You could’ve had everything.

A beautiful daughter. A peaceful home. A woman who wanted to build a life with you.
You could’ve healed, changed, grown, tried.

Instead, you chose to keep hurting people.

And I’m done watching you try to rewrite that story.
Because the truth will outlive both of us.
And this little girl? She’s not going to grow up thinking this is normal. It ends here.

She will know that she is loved.
That she is powerful.
That she has a mother who would walk through fire before letting another generation fall prey to this cycle.

And that is something you will never take from her.

No longer yours,

Ex #16