I can feel my heart shatter the room. I can feel the love rot out of my chest. Something broke so completely, it changed me. I’ve ran this scene so many times, what emotion do I have left to process? My love can rot and die in my chest, or I can love myself.
I’ve ran this blog for ten years. I’ve had many awesome people message me with words of encouragement that I still hold very close. After all this time, I want to believe I’m more.
Those two paragraphs were written a month ago. The day after he admitted he loves someone else (if she somehow found my blog, good luck with that lol). The day my childhood dog died, and just before my beloved cat’s health took another scary downturn.
I got a freelance writing job a few days ago. My boyfriend can do what he wants but I’m not giving up on myself, no matter how many times he tells me he thinks I can’t do it. I can’t control what he does but I can control what I do. This is my chance. I’m spreading my wings and I am not stopping til I can live a life where I never have to rely on another cheating, lying, or abusive person ever again.
If you or anyone else you know needs a writer, I can help you!
I have experience as both a writer in the healthcare, education, and travel niches. However, I’m very open to researching and writing a wide variety of topics. Please send me a message if you’re interested in working together. I’m not sure how active the freelance writing community is on Tumblr, but it’s worth a try. Thank you for reading this far. Thank you to everyone who has supported me on this blog, it means the absolute world to me.
