I should be happy. I should feel good about what I found the nerve to do. I finally revealed my true feelings to him tonight. I love him so much, I will always love him…but I just need space. I need a break. It’s confusing to me as well, which made it even harder to explain to him. The past 3-4 years I was almost obsessed with him. I would do anything he asked. I sacrificed a lot of myself for him. I put his feelings as a number one priority, and mine came last. They came last to him too. He claimed to have loved me, but his love hurt me. It hurt me many times over and over again. There were good times, mostly in the very beginning when the “love-bombing” happened. He was perfect. It felt like God finally revealed “the one” he had planned for me. I thought, finally I can be happy. Finally, a man who gets me…wants me…and actually loves me. It felt like he knew me inside and out. He accepted me, even my dark past. We shared similar scars from life. He was checking all the boxes. Bu...
Just trying to figure myself out….feelings all over the place, but keeps life pretty interesting!