I still remember our inside jokes, the feeling of me wrapped in your arms, the sound of my name being spoken by your lips
You have no idea how it feels to have someone on top of you thrusting into you like a sweaty animal, taking whatever he needs, without the ability to say no.
If you saw the brokenness in her eyes, then maybe you would think twice about never letting her in.
I just couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore to convince myself everything hasn’t changed. Because it has. You changed.
When we see something that we could feed to our starving egos, we sprint right to it and attack. But we are so engrossed with feeding and boosting our own egos that that we forget what we feed on – other women’s’ self esteem.
My husband knew that he was gay. For that, he didn’t have to ruin my life. He didn’t have to marry me.
No one tells you you’ll spend the next six months wide awake at night staring at your ceiling, reliving the moment he pushed himself inside you without your permission.
I was left in my bed asking myself if I wanted it. If what had just happened had been consensual.
Yes I overthink, but I also over-love.
The thought of loving someone so much, of being so captivated by someone, only to have them ripped from you will take it’s toll on your heart and mind.