One person accepts the lies and the other gives. They seem to fit together perfectly like that puzzle piece was a gift. There is always dark and light. There is always a wrong that fits into a right. It’s easy to find pieces that fit. We all have jagged spots where someone else’s baggage sits.
We went through the same thing. The only difference is that you chose to stay and I choose to leave. I feel sorry for what you think you deserve and more sorry that he thinks he’s won. So few women stick together that boys often think nothing of the things they have done.
I don’t hate you. I don’t know you. I only know the venom he spits about you. And to be honest, it may very well be true, but I still don’t know you.
I write for myself. To get the toxins out. You may dig and try to find more truths than lies, but when you don’t want the truth you just find line after line after line. I am not the enemy, nor are you. Neither one of us has ever been. It’s always been him.