How Am I Doing----Poem

You call me at least once a week,
to ask how am I doing.
I want to know why you even bother to call.
If you really cared about me,
you wouldn't have left me.
Or you would have come back,
once everything had been discussed.
But you didn't.
Instead you are busy living the single life,
getting your own place next week.
All of this without me.
And you ask me, how am I doing.
How are the kids and the dog that you left behind.
And you say that I sound great,
and that I am doing okay.
I correct you and say that it is not that I am doing well,
but that I am just learning to accept what I can't change.
You say thats good,
you have been worried about me.
How could you say that?
When you cared so little about me,
that you hooked up with someone five days after you left me.
No matter what your state of mind was,
thats no excuse.
And it is definetly no excuse that you dont like to be alone.
Because if you hadn't left me you wouldnt have been alone.
Also you are still with that person,
so obviously it wasnt just because you dont like to be alone or because you were drunk.
Ironically enough your drinking was the one major conflict that we had.
You never acknowledged that you had a problem,
and I wanted you to realize that you did because it was causing problems.
Now you tell me that you have dramatically cut your drinking.
Why couldnt that have happened before,
then some of these problems probably wouldnt have happened.
We wouldnt have had the issues that we had.
But there is no use dwelling on the past right?
Because you cant change what has happened.
But everytime that you call, and ask how am I doing,
it hurts.
Because if you cared that much about me,
you would still be with me.
Once I get the strength, when you call I wont talk to you.
So you can keep wondering when you don't speak to me anymore,
how am I doing without you.