She was...then she wasn't.
After 2 months of breaking up with Jamie, after everything we have been through she gets "comfortable" with the life she leads and says we're done. I don't get it. She says she loves me but completely walks away like it's nothing. I write this because I need to feel better about this relationship fucking up the way it did with itself. Because I'm tired of thinking about her. She was my wife, she was what I shared everything with and she is gone. She didn't believe in me and didn't care no matter what I told her in the...end.
I took care of this woman and still...she left me. Twice. Five times we broke up but I swear we were meant to be. *puts head down and sighs*
I only write about this because I need to get this off my chest. I'm not mad at her, vengeful, or anything with her in my life. I wanted her to know that she is loved and thought that's what all that matters.
I was very wrong.
But I still loved her no matter what. I fucking loved her. I would do anything for her. I talked her...I told her I wouldn't drink beer. I did what I could for myself to make it better for myself and....I failed her. When Corona came I knew it would ruin our relationship, I knew she would get comfortable with the life she had. I knew I was barely in it. When she told me after we broke up recently twice...I was heartbroken. Instantly I wanted to cry...the break up was the hardest I went through. The break up is still the hardest I've been through but I'm so heartbroken over it.
I feel so used...and stretched thin. So much my health is testing me. I went to the emergency room when I was in so much pain. My threshold was stretched thin and broke through.
I took care of this woman and still...she left me. Twice. Five times we broke up but I swear we were meant to be. *puts head down and sighs*
I only write about this because I need to get this off my chest. I'm not mad at her, vengeful, or anything with her in my life. I wanted her to know that she is loved and thought that's what all that matters.
I was very wrong.
But I still loved her no matter what. I fucking loved her. I would do anything for her. I talked her...I told her I wouldn't drink beer. I did what I could for myself to make it better for myself and....I failed her. When Corona came I knew it would ruin our relationship, I knew she would get comfortable with the life she had. I knew I was barely in it. When she told me after we broke up recently twice...I was heartbroken. Instantly I wanted to cry...the break up was the hardest I went through. The break up is still the hardest I've been through but I'm so heartbroken over it.
I feel so used...and stretched thin. So much my health is testing me. I went to the emergency room when I was in so much pain. My threshold was stretched thin and broke through.
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