The Two Sides To This Story

He’s going to tell you that I was a bum and never went to work.
But he isn’t going to tell you about how hard I fought for his attention.

He’s going to tell you that I sold a video for money.
But he isn’t going to tell you that my job is in the sex work industry.

He’s going to tell you that I am weak and rely on a man.
But he isn’t going to tell you that I suffer from anxiety and depression.

He’s going to tell you that I constantly nagged at him.
But he isn’t going to tell you how many times I asked him to do something before I got upset.

He’s going to tell you that I never listened to what he said.
But he isn’t going to tell you that he insulted me right before.

He’s going to tell you that all I wanted was sex.
But he isn’t going to tell you that he had no interest in me unless he was hungover or I cried for it.

He’s going to tell you that I was always so insecure.
But he isn’t going to tell you that he compared me to all of the past women in his life.

He’s going to tell you that I was jealous.
But he isn’t going to tell you about how he used other women as a threat.

He’s going to tell you that all I did was make stupid decisions.
But he isn’t going to tell you that he got mad at me for asking for help.

He’s going to tell you that I was too sensitive.
But he isn’t going to tell you that those tears were always over him.

He’s going to tell you that I was crazy.
But he isn’t going to tell you that he made me that way.