There are so many things I want him to know.
Like, I never would have left him if he didn't start hitting me and constantly accusing me of stuff.
Or, I still love him, but I know I don't deserve that.
And, I really miss laying next to him every night.
It's getting easier to fall asleep at night, but only because I know things will work out for the best.
They always do.
Even if they have to get worse before they get better.
Like always.