I'm never going to forgive him.

Not ever.

I keep thinking about that day when you came to tell me what happened and what was going to happen.

The look on your face haunts me.

I'm not going to forgive him.

And when you go home,

I'm not going with you.

I'm not going to watch you pretend like it didn't happen.

Everytime you mention him,

I just fill up with all this hate.

I can't belive you are going back to him after what he did,

what he said.


What happens in another 18 months?

When he gets sick of us again?

Are we just gonna up and move out for another few months?

Well, I'm not going to wait around to find out.