I can’t help it… Every time I think about you, I hurt… To think you really just played in my face for years… An overwhelming amount of feelings rush through me, sadness, deception, anger, resentment , just to name a few… I also can’t help but to feel relief, pride, hope… Not to be mistaken for feelings of the lost bond that’s now broken, but for strength in each other, taking this heartache & making something beautiful from it… Relief from not being as crazy as I may have felt , pride in knowing that I was a DAMN GOOD woman to you & hope that I will become a better person from this experience… Security that I won’t allow my feelings to get in the way of my better judgment… I’m sorry I wasn’t what you wanted, but I’m not sorry for the things I’ve done & have tried to show you… If I turned out to be too much, then I’ll just walk away so you can have less… This started off as a way for me to vent, but now it’s becoming something more than just words… Is this what healing looks like??









