I’ve spent on you. Wondering, worrying, loving, missing. All of its been for nothing.

You treat me badly at every turn. Every time you come back and I think things have changed, but you never fail to disappoint me. 

I know you’ll see this. And I know you’ll be angry. But you have no right to be. I’ve tried and tried. I’ve cried more than I care to admit. I’ve even  sacrificed my self-respect for you by giving you chance after chance. 

I can’t do it anymore. I won’t do it anymore. Don’t come back around. No more two am suicide calls. No more of me driving 350 miles to come get you. No more of any of it. I absolutely have to let you go. Get out and stay out of my life.