l0sing
the will
- Feb 12, 2020
- 102
Valentine's Day, the day you shower loved ones with, well, love. I got called a cunt. I went out this afternoon and bought things for a lovely meal, when I got home I made him his meal, even sprung for dessert! And somehow I'm the cunt? (btw I HATE that word, I think it's the worse thing to call a woman). Why do I keep letting this guy treat me like this? I'm already a shell of a person, empty because my children aren't here, and yet that one glimmer of hope that something could still be good in my life just keeps being stomped on. I'm still in love with the person he used to be, the man that showed my son what a dad should be like instead of the dad he was given, the man that gave me my confidence back and treated me like a goddess, the man who brought me out of my shell and let me feel like I could be me. But he's far from that now, he's an awful human and yet I keep going back because part of me just can't let go of the old him.
