This can't be how her life is supposed to go. This isn't right. I need her. For the first fucking time in my life, I really need her. She's supposed to want to go to my wedding and change my kid's shitty diapers. I finally have a damn reason to think of my future with a feeling other than disgust and hatred. And she doesn't want to see it. She doesn't fucking care. She's supposed to want me. For once in her life, she's supposed to choose me, the one who's always been there to take care of her. But again, she's choosing the wrong people.
