God damn, I fucking hate you for what you always were and told me that you weren't. And yet, if you apologised and made it all right, I know I'd forgive you in a heartbeat. In many ways, thank you for not. I think that's all I have to thank you for now. Otherwise, I wish I never met you.
I still miss our kid though. I still think about her every day. I still look at all the things she used to make for me regularly. I hope that beautiful little soul isn't learning from you and the biological version of me, but I know she is. I'm still not ok with it, I just accept that I'm powerless. I know she still asks for me. I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry for everything she had to go through because you couldn't separate her from yourself. I feel sorry for all the things I know are coming that I want to protect her from. I don't feel sorry for trying to stop it, however difficult that was for you. I only feel sorry that I couldn't and can't do anything. I hope that one day, soon, you try to prevent that pain we both know is inevitable.
I hope it haunts you.