I wish I could say it was all over. If I could, I would. But it's not. Why would it be? Now he's gone, it's out of my hands. Now another chapter of my life begins, but I don't know if I want to turn the page.
I wish I could say it was all over. If I could, I would. But it's not. Why would it be? Now he's gone, it's out of my hands. Now another chapter of my life begins, but I don't know if I want to turn the page.
He wasn't always like this... was he?
Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today?
Was I too blind to see through his façade?
Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic t...