You walked away and that meant - that I didn't have to. You took my nephew but he will grow up knowing and hating what you did to him. The same thing your father did to you, you did to yourself. You were once my best friend, once someone I went to for everything. I vented to you, laughed with you, smiled with you and now, because of things you left unsaid, those don't get to happen anymore.

I was hurt, but now I'm over being hurt. I'm more mad and annoyed. After the hours you spent in premature labor. The fact you almost died and him too - you walked away. But let's not forget about the countless times you've walked away before so we knew this was coming. You took the status of being a goddparent away from both of us, for what? To make someone you BARELY knew a caretaker of your child if you were suddenly taken from this world, both you and your boyfriend.

But, I also want to thank you for walking away. You did something I didn't have to do. I already had figured you'd go and that's okay with me. I'm not missing anything important. I will still move forward with my life because I have to and because that's what right. I can't stay in the past. Don't call me if you need something because I refuse to be there for you anymore.

You should of known everything you would of lost. Thank you for making a choice I didn't have to. I'm the bad guy? What about the person who took her son from her family? What about the person who took the choice of godparents away from FOUR people? What kind of a person are you? You must be the glory of God if I'm such a horrible person.

Thank you for walking away. Thank you for choosing the best decision for the both of us - all of us. Thank you for choosing what you thought was right even though it was ridiculous and uncalled for. I'll never understand you and I will never want to.