I'm don't even feel bad

I felt real, genuine happiness as I was driving away for my from my ex's house after picking up papacito. As a little context, he broke up with me when I was 5 months pregnant because I expected him to get his shit together for our son. He told me that he just didn't love me anymore because I wanted to change him (read as, I asked him to look for a more stable job and not stay out every night til 4am getting stoned and playing video games). He was childish and I worked at making things work with him for way longer than I should have.

So now we live apart, I've noticeably lost some weight, and have just generally been trying to improve myself. I decided to treat myself to some new designer underwear. I had it in the car with me when I picked up son and he had asked what I got. Oh just some cute bras and thongs that you will never get to see me wear. He said, yea I feel like a jealous ex watching you get really hot. As if that was enough of an ego boost, he then adds with the most pitiful face, It sucks because I think I still love you and realize how badly I fucked up...

😂😂😂😂😂 that's right bitch, you did fuck up. All those time I cried and begged you not to leave, because I was scared and hadn't seen you in a few days. All those time you fought with me about normal adult shit, like buying groceries and budgeting money for bills. You promised me that you would be there for me if I promised not to terminate the pregnancy, and as soon as it got hard you dipped out. I love our son, but I do not love the circumstances underwhich he was born. It was not what I wanted and I made that very clear to you. So cry and pout and say how much you miss me now, it makes me happy to see how butthurt you are 😉✌