I feel that now this and twitter are the only places I can speaking freely. It’s says I’m talking to a void….but I have nowhere else that isn’t going to judge or mar me feel shitty.
Trying to mentally prepare myself to being alone again is putting me back where my headspace was 11yrs ago…..before him but after I was left abandoned…..
I know I won’t find anyone. And I’m willing to accept that. I don’t want the heartbreak again. I can’t do it to myself again. And with immigration, I definitely can’t either. He can go be happy elsewhere. Live his life.
I’m….stuck….watching….
Wondering why I’m even doing what I’m doing. Why I’m even still here. Why I went to school for the career he chose for me. Why I’m crying when looking at our children. Why I…I even moved….
Part of me wishes this was just horrible nightmare. I wake up and this was some elaborate dream that my brain concocted.
But the visions don’t lie….
In 20yrs they’ve never lied….
But they didn’t give me the answer either….
I feel like Raven….I never know why I see what I see. But I do. Then years down the road….after I’ve king forgotten them, they come true…..and I’m stunned with the reality that I’m cursed to always being in pain and alone.
I saw a ring for Tony. I thought it was a good one. Should’ve know when two yea later I actually pick up. Buying it.m myself. That it was a warning.
Then why did I see….my son….before he was even conceived? As a young boy….ask where dad was as I had dread about it…
Cuz….I wasn’t with him.
Thought I had my fairy tale.
But fairy tales don’t exist for me.
I’m willing to accept being alone.
I just…..hate how it starts. Why was I even brought into this world if all I was ever going to know was….the bad ending….













