Dear Michelle,

I can't help but think you post your status to show how happy you are as something of a jab at me.  All I ever wanted, and worked my ass off for, was to be able to have those kinds of moments with you and Savannah.  My job wasn't something I would ever have pursued on my own - I did it so you and Savannah could have your own place and we could be a family without you having to work even full time.  Everything I did, I did to make you two happy, and that made me happy.
It was the only happiness I had.
You and Savannah.  You were my world.
I've always thought, throughout our time together, that you would someday be able to see how much I loved you - that it was a question of you not being sure.  So, I worked harder to try and show you how much you and Savannah meant to me. I defied all the negative things you said to and about me - I got a steady job, and stuck with it.  I got us a house, one that I actually really liked, to be honest, and so did Savannah.
All that got taken from me, and why?  Because I got upset at how I was being treated?  I just don't get it, and it saddens me beyond belief that you would treat me this way, when all I've ever wanted was to share those kinds of moments with you both, and did so much, worked so hard, to be able to earn it.  I never regretted it, and did my best to move forward after all we had been through.  I think I deserved at least a chance to make things better, and was again was just beginning to feel that feeling of hope when everything changed.
I have always loved you so much.  I wish you didn't feel the need to hurt me over the years like you have.  I'm not angry about it - I'm just so incredibly sad.   I would do so much to have you in my life, have done so much, and yet you act like you hate me. I know we've had some hard times - most couples do at some point in their lives - both financially and emotionally, but they've been things that we can change if we worked together.  None of what we have had happen in our relationship has really been worth ending it over.  Not when I look back at how far we have already come.  Why break things up just when they were looking promising?  I just don't understand that.  I've never even wanted one bad day with you.  Ever.  I just wanted more moments of us together - you, me, and Savannah - those little moments that meant so much.
Was it really terrible to have me touch you? To rub your back?  Was it terrible that I love watching you two on the beach, and playing with Savannah?  Did you feel resentment because I love to play with my daughter? Or that I love to touch you as you go to sleep, or to be held by you?  Why?  The longer we were together, the more I understood, and learned from you - I enjoyed that.  I love every little thing about you, and I just wish that was worth something.  I felt I had the perfect wife, and perfect little girl.
I don't think I deserve to be hurt so much.  I wish you would open up to me like you did back in the day.  I wish I could make more happy memories with you.  I have so many favorites.  They were the best times of my life, and it makes me sadder than I can describe to think I may not have any more of them.
So, I'll cry and write another poem.
I miss you.  I love you.  I never, ever, wanted to have you pull away from me, and just wanted us to be happy.  I'd do just about anything for you both.

No matter how much it hurts, I will always be, 

Your Michael