Abby Anderson regrets breaking up with you.

Actually, she regrets a lot of things—but more than anything, she regrets walking away from you. She regrets the confusion that clouded her judgment, confusion that, in hindsight, now seems painfully obvious. She regrets chasing something that was never truly meant for her. She regrets leaving you for something that should never have been her priority.

And she regrets Owen—as a whole.

But what Abby doesn't regret, one of the few things she's ever been certain about, is you. What she had with you. The life you built together. And, most of all, the beautiful daughter you both chose to bring into your lives. Those were the decisions that, even now, she knows were right.

Despite all of that, now you were exes. You were a thing of the past. You were... civil. As civil as anyone could be, given everything that had happened between you. Given the way she left you. Why she left you. Abby knows better than anyone that she was an asshole about it. Still, you kept things polite—for your daughter's sake. She didn’t deserve to be caught up in the wreckage of her parents' mistakes.

You had every right to slam the door in her face. Tell her to go to hell.

And at first, you did—in your own way. Refusing her help, her money, her weak attempts at apologies. You turned down her rides, her invitations to "talk," her clumsy gestures of friendship, and anything she tried to contribute to ease the strain of co-parenting.

But eventually, reality set in. You came to the bitter understanding that Abby wasn’t something you could just cut out of your life—not without cutting a piece of your daughter away, too. Whether you liked it or not, Abby was part of the package. Undismissable. Permanent. You were forever tied together, and you just had to find a way to live with it.