I knew things were getting bad; when your name appearing on my phone didn’t make me smile.
When I would look in the mirror and I would just see all the names you’ve called me in that week alone.
I took a bottle and slammed it just so I could pass out before seeing your face when you got home.
Where I got stoned a week straight so I could feel happy and myself again.
I would put shorts on and immediately change out of them. Because, the last time I wore short I got called a slut from your lips.
I didn’t want anything to do with you the night after we were drunk. Cause you called me a bitch then raped me. Thinking i was awake.
Things were getting bad when we spent 2 hours argueing in a parked car in a lot.
When I thought about harming myself again so I knew I was still here.
Yet, I’m the bad person.
Im not sorry I left I’m sorry you don’t see your mistakes.
I’m sorry you said you loved me, but a minute later you’d call me something harsh.
I’m sorry you never showed you loved me.
I’m sorry you’re a piece of shit.
I’m sorry to all my friends I got isolated from.
I’m sorry to all those people you blocked; snooping on my phone while I was asleep.
I’m sorry I wanted something better...
And I’m sorry for that time I cheated on you. But, at the same time I’m not cause that night someone knew my worth.
Things got bad.
And I didn’t run away from it. I excluded myself.
You told me I was a selfish whore for leaving the man I made a child with.
That I gave up easily. I didn’t though.
Four straight weeks I cried myself to sleep cause of you. 4 straight weeks I felt empty.
I was depressed once again because of you.
One night I sat and thought “ why do I always do this to myself?”
So I left.
I was going to marry you and live with you.
I’m glad I got out before it was too late.
Before I ended up in the hospital cause you couldn’t control your anger.
Now, I sit here. And will face this damage for the rest of my life.
I feel sorry for who I end up with next. Cause they have to deal with what you left me.
I’m sorry you cheated on me through our relationship but feel like I was the whore when I did it.
Nobody’s perfect I get that. But you, you were just plain hell.
So to this, here’s your love story.🖕🏼
