The heart can be so complicated when it comes to love. We all are guilty of holding on to someone too long and prolonging the pain for whatever reason. We want to believe that they did care and did love us. I recently told him, “I need my heart and soul back.” He didn’t understand that comment. He never will understand, because it’s my heart and soul that is black.
I look in the mirror, and I see someone who wasn’t good enough for him, or pretty enough. I got down to a size six and now they’re getting loose; I know I need to stop, but I compare myself to women I have never met.
I’m drowning; I know it is part of the process to feel through the pain. Everyone tells me that you’re going to be stronger afterward, but I will never look at a man the same. I will never believe that they have a meeting, or I have my child with me, etc.
Maybe I’m supposed to learn that you have to play the same game (lie, cheat). Tell him that you love him, he’s the only one, and never mean a word of it.
