Monday, 18 July 2011

A thrusting ache hits my chest and I fight back the thought: this is my fault. No it isn’t my fault. I was always truthful about how I felt.
My future is suddenly open and uncertain. Once I dreamed of getting married and having kids. Now I can get a job anywhere I want, travel, move to a different country and there would be no obje-
 “I’ll go wherever you want to go.”
Another thought, another memory interrupts my rational. Get out of my h-
 “Why can’t you understand I’m here to stay?”
 Lies. My angry simmers and swells inside of me. I didn’t deserve this. I think of everything that’s happened in the past 3 years. Now this? I feel embarrassed for being so trusting. Next year he’ll be long gone. I can’t wait to stop caring. 

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