The truth is, you’re never going to change. You’re never going to care about me like I thought you did, like I thought you would. We spent two years together. Two years where I loved you and gave you my entire myself, only to realize that you didn’t care.
What perturbs me is that it’s 2016 and the women around me, myself included, are still obsessed with finding a husband.
When you love a woman who has been in an abusive relationship, there will be nights when your hands feel like the enemy. And I know that’s not fair. But neither was her abuse. None of this was fair. Fairness went out the window a long time ago.
I am flabbergasted by how few men will take responsibility for their emotional choices and for the damage they leave behind post relationship.
I wanted to pretend that the entire incident had not happened, and even though I thought about it constantly, I kept up my outwards appearances and no one was the wiser.
It just doesn’t seem fair to miss you when I never really had you in the first place.
I saw you on Tinder. Pretty quick to be on there, don’t you think?
They know that when a girl is emotionally damaged, she is seeking attention to heal her. So one by one, they push her sexually and emotionally to see how far she will go with each of them. These boys do not care about her emotions, because they have been hurt themselves by their ‘dream girls’.
It’s okay that you are sad and know you are not your sadness. You are not the things that hurt you. You are not your struggles. It’s okay that you are feeling this way.
It wasn’t until he hit me that I finally snapped. I finally realized that he did not love me the way he claimed.