As good as it gets, temporarily, I know I still have a decision to make. We have great moments sometimes but I am reminded quickly of the scale and how imbalanced they are. You have caused me more harm than good. I will not let this continue because you have become comfortable in this twisted cycle. The countdown has begun and it is time for me to go. A decision has to be made. I will be leaving and I wish you well but there will be no more abuse.Whether it be verbal/physical/emotional (mental) I have to go. Someone has to break the cycle. Break the generational curse.
I am mad at me. I am not mad at you. I am mad at me because I fell in love with you. I am so mad because I allowed myself to get too caught up in you. You are a Boss. You are a king. You are one of the very few and you don't belong to me. Why? I think I will spend an eternity looking and the whores will always win. Sometimes it is not always a whore. For me I believe it was a missed opportunity. I wish I could tell you I love you but even if I did you wouldn't say it back. She wins! I loose again.
