I was reminded a few days ago not to be a pushover. I can’t go back to the emotional abuse. Tonight… before the big day tomorrow… I am reminded of this even more. There is no future there when it will never stop. It’s heart breaking to realize what was… is no longer what will
Over and over, I take the same lies. The same dreading feeling that you’re going to fuck our life up again. I try to be happy. I do. We have a beautiful child, a stupid but good dog, and a house. To the rest of the world that seems like enough. But on the inside?
I was on my friend’s facebook earlier and I saw your name and picture come up, and I just want to say that I hate you so much. I can’t believe that after all of this time, I can look at your picture and feel this much hatred for a human being. After my parents
It hurts to think about how I started feeling about you once you were around all the time. I’ve gotten really good at blocking it out over the years. There are no instances I specifically remember that can fully describe why I love you because you were mine for only a short period of time.
Why is it that we can never be on the same page? Why do we want completely different things? Why is what I want not good enough for you? Why can’t you just let it be? We meet. You deny me and I’m fine with it. You persue me, I want to be friends but
yeah okay so what we didn’t have a real relationship. you can’t just hook up with me then stand next to me at the hockey game and flirt with a slutty girl with a boyfriend next to me and ignore me the entire time. i literally wanted to look at you and say ‘are you