No matter how good, how great, how falling-down-fantastic my life may end up getting...
I will forever mourn the loss of our marriage.
The life I tried so hard for, the life I worked so hard to build, the normalcy of mummy and daddy in the same house and the blissful absense of worrying about what our split may or may not be doing to Girl.
Sometimes I feel like I can successfully hate you for not being or caring about being what I needed you to be, but mostly I just hate myself for ever believing you could.
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