Why does it still hurt?!
I'm happy. I have a man that treats my like a princess. It took years to stop loving you... YEARS! My ex-husband...
I was so excited to go to Germany. I was so excited to see the world. You joined the military. My heart belonged to you.
Then you found someone else. While I was waiting to fly to you. I didn't know.
I was so happy because I found a flight leaving sooner to get to you. You put up a fight saying you were busy. I should've seen it then, but you agreed with the flight so I didn't think about it.
I got there. You were mad at me. Always mad. Always drunk. I didn't know why. I didn't know about her yet.
Then you told me. You fell in love with her. I found the videos. All of them. You and her. From the zoo to the sex. It was hard but I saw your smile. So I let her in.
When she left, you got mad again. Everyday. So I let her stay the night too.
I woke up. You weren't there. You were beside her.
Then you started hitting me. Over things that I still don't understand.
I ran away. I tried to fight for you but I couldn't handle it. The bruises, the hate, the hurt.
A decade of love lost in a matter of months.
Was it me? Why does it hurt still? I'm finally happy but on days like today, it hits me.
I left so you'd be happy. You have 3 kids now and married to her. I have no kids and still unmarried. Maybe one day.
But for now, let the tears roll again. I'll be ok.
