It’s crazy to think I’m even here right now.
Everyone believed that we were perfect... But now I’m uncovering trauma I never even knew I had because I wanted to believe it too.
It’s been about a year since I realized I was wrong, but about three too long.
I remember the pain and the tears... I remember the begging, the sleepless nights, the lack of appetite and insane weight loss following... It was real... But I somehow convinced myself that I was overreacting and maybe even crazy because you said it wasn’t a big deal.
And we moved on from it. Sort of.
I became everything it took to keep you happy and keep us perfect.
But what’s crazy is being told that I’m not and that I wasn’t... By another guy who’s shown me care, concern, and respect I never thought was possible.
I don’t mean to compare because that isn’t fair, but I never would have imagined that it could get better. I never thought I was settling because I thought that was as good as it got.
But I’m more than happy that I was wrong.
