I get in my car and drive away, leaving all the years of abuse and unhappiness behind. I tell myself that I will make a better way, a better life; if not for me than for my baby’s sake. I look back at her, she’s so small, so perfect. She never asked for any of this. And then i feel ashamed because even though I have every reason in the world to leave, a part of me still wants to go back. Despite everything he’s done, I love him, I have to, part of him is in my baby girl. As we drive i start to cry. I don’t cry for me; I know I can be alright. I don’t cry for him; no he doesn’t deserve my tears; but I cry for my little girl. I cry for her because she will never know her father as the man i knew once upon a time.