Venting...

I can handle you disappointing me,
I can handle you making me wait around,
I can handle you breaking my heart and tearing it into shreds.
But I CANNOT handle you disappointing my daughter, or making her wait around, or breaking her heart.

It just infuriates me that the "new" family is more important to him then his first born. I just want to scream and rant and rave. but I wont. I will remain stoic and strong for my little girls sake. She doesn't belong with him anyways. She belongs with us, the ones who love her unconditionally. All I can do is pray for him, and hope he sees the light one day before its too late. But i fear I have been saying that for the last ten years...

Ok I am done. Thanks!