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I realized that I had wasted five important years of my life for the wrong person. I was determined to be strong about it and decided that I would never cry or harm myself for her. I knew she didn’t deserve me.
When is enough…enough? You keep wishing for a different ending, but the same scene is playing on repeat. The outcome is always the same. You are left disappointed, heartbroken, and dejected.
We had chemistry, but we didn’t create sparks like you and her. We didn’t have people cheering us on, and how could we? I was the mistress.
I stress about things that wouldn’t matter to most people. I just wish I could sleep without fear of waking up from a panic attack or nightmares, I wish I didn’t always feel so depressed, I wish I didn’t always feel so tired.
We were good together. I was happy because I thought his love was pure and he will never betray me. But soon I realized he was lying about a lot of things.
The professionals had never seen anything like it, but didn’t seem to think it much cause for concern.
My introduction to online dating was an impulsive product of unattainable love and the awkward fact that I was 21 and still a virgin. You know how they say “be careful what you wish for?”
I have been quiet, obedient and yielding. I’ve sacrificed my emotional and physical well being to meet her needs for all of the years of my life. And even now, as weak as she is and when it’s more obvious than ever that she needs me, my mom doesn’t like me.
