I wonder if they are aware of what they are doing, and if they perhaps even enjoy it. Or if that is just an unfortunate consequence of their selfishness. How much can you possibly leech off of one person. I feel like they want to take everything from me. It feels personal. It probably isn’t. It’s probably more about them than it is about me. But so help me they really are doing their worst. There’s not much of me left. I feel like they’ve taken so much already. They’ve taken my hope and optimism, my heart and soul, my voice and mind, my reputation, and my inner peace. While my strength and sanity are dwindling. As is my will to survive. I don’t get why this was necessary. I don’t know if I’ll get any of this back. I don’t know when.
You took my self-esteem, my hope and dreams, my freedom and independence, my sanity, and my dignity. You broke my heart repeatedly and still it wasn’t enough.
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