Now the Question is...

Now the question is why. Why do I hate you.

Simple, really. You lied to me. There is a good chance you were lying to yourself at the same time, but that does not factor in to my equation of hate. You held my hand, looked into my eyes and said "I am all in".

You did qualify it with the fact you had a child. I understood then, and I understand now. But it was not true. You were never all in. If you were you would have said in advance that you could not stay over on New Year's Eve, as opposed to dropping it on me on the day, and wrecking the hopes that I had.

There are a million instances. If we were talking any more you would accuse me of dredging up things from the past, and say I can't let anything go. Well I do, and I can't. That is all I have.

Alone