Heather.
I avoided you. I did. And I have been. That's only because I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn't know why I couldn't talk to you, outside of the normal expectations of post break-up confrontations being in the awkward, but now I do. And no matter what you say or think, I was there for you. Not in the physical sense, but I have been there. I've asked about you, I've worried over you more than you'll ever know, and I thought about you every second I was in that hotel. I cried for DAYS over you, but you don't really care, do you? Because I didn't talk to you. After breaking up with you, I didn't call you. What the hell was I supposed to do? I've done my part. I've gotten a job to help take care of our child, I'm making sure that you have a safe home, I'm even scheduling our appointments for the baby. So don't you tell me that I'm not doing anything. That I don't care. Just because you don't see everything doesn't mean that it doesn't exist and I am so tired of you treating me like I'm this cold person who thinks of his child as an object that he's obligated to watch after and doesn't give a damn about the woman that he used to date. That's not who I am and it's not who I'll ever be. So stop with the games, Heather. They're getting old and tiring and I can't TAKE IT anymore. PLEASE. JUST STOP. I'm doing all that I can. I promise you that. And it might not seem like a lot to you. I know I'm not the role model for a person in my situation. But I'm doing the best that I can with what I've got. I've had to fight demons, I've had to watch people that I care about get hurt repeatedly; I've been on this trainwreck of an emotional rollercoaster for ages now and I am so fucked to hell on the inside that you can't even begin to possibly comprehend how I feel. I know you are, too, but you need to stop acting like you're the only one. You need to just...just stop. I'm trying.
You're worth more than you're giving yourself credit for. I won't ever stop saying it. Even now.