It’s a sad, sad truth.
I finally found my person. I found someone who is kind, loving, supportive, and caring. Someone who makes life better in the best possible ways you can imagine.
Would it be chaos? Would it be silence? Would mom or dad be high or drunk? Would they even be home?
Do you feel anything at all?
The negatives of the job should not outweigh the positives.
The truth is, though, – just because you come from a broken home, DOES NOT mean you have to live a broken life.
If you don’t let it consume you, it’ll only make you stronger.
This cycle is vicious, and it is why most of us stick around in a mentally abusive relationship – and it’s because we hang on to those good moments for dear life.
We are all human. All of us have done at least one or two, if not more, of the above because we are imperfect creatures.
You damaged me in more ways than I think you’ll ever understand, or will ever be able to admit to yourself.