I am still the same girl that for the last 10 years, you have referred to as “the nicest person that you’ve ever met.“ Still the same girl that gave birth to our beautiful little girl. The same girl that our daughter looks like a clone of. I am still the same girl that you promised, even if we end up not working, we’d still be friends…because after all that we’ve been through together, you considered me “one of your best friends.”
Now that it’s come to that point, I suppose you are finding it easier to hate me than to remember that I’m still that same girl and to try to be my friend.
This makes me sad. And I hope that for our little girl, this can change.