I always was naïve when it came to you. When you decided to step it up, I welcomed you with open arms. When you backed down, I denied that it was your decision. I made excuses for you the same way I made excuses for my ex. When you left, a lot of things happened that I haven't told you. Why would I tell you anything else when you avoided learning the name of my molester? Don't you see your 3-year old Jessie-Pie trying to heal? Remember that lady you left me with? She hit me a lot and I was always hungry. Remember those friends of yours? They all took turns abusing me at the for what seemed like the fun of it. Remember my so called uncle? He was sick in his head and trapped me in a literal closet of abuse. You left me with anyone who would watch me. Why fight for custody? Was your revenge really worth damaging me? Do you care that I'm all alone now dealing with these emotional scars. It's insane how broken I have remained after just two years in your "care". Now you have birthed another. A 6 month old and I love him to death but to be honest, I'm a little jealous. A little jealous that he gets to see a more mature you. A little jealous that he gets so much attention. So much attention that you hide me to conceal your age. I guess I'm going to have to forgive you on a daily basis because a venture to the past with you will forever break my heart.