When you’ve devoted your life to someone for so long but in the end, you realize, they never gave you that back, it sets everything to square one again.
Two years on from trauma and I’ve still not really accepted that it happened. I don’t accept the way it happened or why, and I think of the what ifs all the time. But I’m trying to now.
I can be fun and happy, and I deserve to be with this person as much as they deserve to be with me.