Everything I Wish I Could Tell The Other Woman
He suffers in losing me. I suffer in losing him. Yet in my desire to take the high road, you go unpunished.
He suffers in losing me. I suffer in losing him. Yet in my desire to take the high road, you go unpunished.
I am filled with resentment and anger.
He will remember you in the things he does and people he sees. He will miss you and it will hurt. He will remember how much you loved him and loathe himself for breaking your heart.
It turns out that you lied, just like all guys that you harshly told me weren’t worth it. You even went as far as being worse, because not only did you lie, but you let yourself believe in your own words.
I realized something about emotional abuse: It doesn’t always feel like abuse.
It started with a whispered “no.”
Maybe my heart knew right then it had to run from you.
Four years ago, she put her life on hold, stopped all things, to save her daughter.
I constantly was at your disposal, coming back to you when you decided that I was what you wanted. I realized I deserve someone that is sure of me, not someone who is back and forth with me.
I like that you make me a better version of myself.