I don't know where to put this. But I'll write it like I'm writing to my boyfriend.
Dear you,
I told you I didn't know which would hurt worse, staying with you or leaving you, what I didn't say is I sure as hell know what will hurt longer. If you would just act a little bit more like being with me makes you happy, I'd believe it. But until then, I'll just keep telling myself I'm only with you because of our son. If I say its because I love you it'll hurt that much more when I realize you know that you hurt me every day.
~Love, me.
I Know that's a confusing jumble of words, but this confession was for me. Not you.