My Story: Edited

I am number three;
three of four to be exact.
The story goes like this:
I was broken-hearted,
trying to heal.
He made me laugh
and in time I could even feel.
I got too close,
things went too far.
Baby was born,
life was planned.
But love for him,
was something else.
I did the right thing,
but now I pay.
I pay for what I did
every single day.
I want him gone,
erased from our life-
but for now I deal,
I cope,
and I continue
to do the right thing.
One day the time will be right.
The time to explain
to my pride and joy.
But for now I smile
and play nice.
Because in time:
He will pay.