But this time it felt personal.
The warm summer sun had suddenly changed into a bitter frosty night.
All of a sudden, there was no home. I ran everywhere, unto nowhere. There was no home. I had no home. He had left.
He had left.
It was all suddenly over.
We find it so much easier to preach to others than to ourselves.
That same work tension, career stress, money crisis, unfaithful partners- all good in advice, so why then do we find ourselves stranded, not able to follow what we obviously know of, so well.
There's that night where you fall asleep next to the warmth of the fireplace in the arms of someone who promised to never let your toes go cold.
Then you wake up one morning.
Snap.
He's gone.
Quite literally. He's gone.
All that warmth, laughter, joy gone.
Like none of it had ever occurred!
You rush to the mirror.
You see those bruises on your body where you broke yourself on the bed night after night, just so he could sleep well afterwards. Just so he was happy.
Just so he wanted you.
Even sexual comfort would, perhaps make him stay.
After all, he knew you were a virgin? But did he care?
Every time you asked him to stop, he complied, but you still see a displeased frown in the darkness of night.
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Inner Child
Non-FictionExplore the oceanic depths of the heart of a girl as she experience betrayal from the one she loves the most in the world. The one who left her feeling as sick with anguish as he had made her high on euphoria the first time, a master manipulator of...
