https://www.facebook.com/share/r/MZdTWjs51ewPBSg7/?mibextid=UalRPS The fact that I couldn't open up to you and have you comfort me or adjust behavior or care about being with me or making me happy meant that you wanted to abuse me. You wanted to ( Read more... )

By refusing to open up to me, by constantly telling me you didn't want to be with me, that we weren't a good match, that you wanted it to be someone else, that you didn't want a relationship with me, that you hoped you would get over me and forget about me. You'd proclaim you were over me, you weren't attracted to me anymore and push me away. You ( Read more... )

When we met we were still young enough that life gave us every possibility together. Life gave us the possibility of meeting, falling in love, getting married, having a family. I was still young enough to give you all that if you wanted to do that ride and life together. Our relationship was not appreciated or pursued by you. You didn't nurture us ( Read more... )

I call out your name almost every morning. I wonder what could have been if we weren't blanketed in trauma and emotional abuse. I'd be asking for a completely different person and experience.

Is it true that you didn't want to be with me?

I couldn't make you a good person. I couldn't make you good to me. I couldn't make you show up for me. I couldn't make you open up to me. I didn't know how to help you with whatever you went through, and let's face it, no matter what I did to try to get through to you, I just couldn't. My words didn't help. I tried. I hate that you were stuck there ( Read more... )

Why did you need to abuse me? Why did your past have to affect me? Why couldn't you get a handle over how you treated me?

You wouldn't love me completely and without abandon. You would always jump ship as soon as we started getting close. I never knew what it was like to consistently receive love from you and I know I never will. Even if it could change, I wouldn't want that now. I could never forgive someone who could ever treat me the way that you did. It's ( Read more... )

I very slightly have to question if I ever meant anything. I tried hard to mean something but I was always let down and taken for granted and emotionally abused. I'm not thinking about it much more. As more time passes it doesn't matter if I ever meant anything and I am positive over time any meaning I had will be nonexistent. I'm OK with that. ( Read more... )

Things have been messed up for me that long. Yes, before even the one we shall not name. I never did quite get over that, did I? Is there any reason why considering it seemed like a mismatch? I don't know. I almost want to say something. I don't know what to say though other than I'm fucked up. I don't know if I could go back if I would have just ( Read more... )