Staying was the worst option. #MaybeHeDoesntHitYou I feel like way made for me. Because maybe he didn't hit me, but he abused me. Mentally, emotionally. He tore me to shreds. He made me feel more worthless than I had already felt in the past. He made me feel inadequate. He made me feel like nothing. I wasn't good enough for him, I wasn't good enough for anyone else. No one wanted me, which I already knew that. Or I thought that. Who could want me. After everything I'd been through after everything I'd do. Why would anyone want someone like me. I was the one IT DID happen too. No one with the IT COULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ME mindset would understand me. And they didn't. So I tried so hard to stay. I fought so hard to stay. I did everything I could to stay. I stayed.
I had a beautiful baby, I love my child, I wouldn't trade my child for anything else in the world, not even a fresh start. My baby is MY baby and that's all that matters.
YOU ARE READING
This is MINE
Populárno-náučnéThere are three sides to every story, your side, my side and the truth, which some proclaim is a mixture if yours and mine. This however isn't your story, it isn't your time, and these aren't your feelings and thoughts, they're mine.
