I thought I was strong enough to handle the truth… I wasn’t. I have to escape, or else I would drown in pain and misery. It’s been four months since that fateful discovery and still here I am, unable to move on. If I knew loving and giving would bring me this much heartache I never would have let myself fall. Now I need to start all over again… and it’s hard when your heart’s broken into a million tiny pieces.
For once in my life, I don’t know what to do. And I don’t know where to go.
