I just pity her. I wish she was real. Not even for my own sake, but for hers, and S3.
I wish she knew LOVE. not limerence. I wish she knew dedication. Not deception.
I truly loved her with all my heart, and i may never find that again, but to know she has never TRULY loved, breaks my heart. What kind of life is that?
I hope you heal Hunny, i am here if you need help, but i will not be abused and taken advantage of.
Thank you for bearing the burden of childbirth. You really did an amazing job, ill never EVER not be impressed and awed by how well you handled that.
One day maybe, but not now. Not after this. I called you my Helen of Troy, my beauty so fine, i would have started wars over you. I wish i knew then the war was in your heart, in your soul. I wish i could have saved you, helped you. You said once i made you feel safe. Because you are always running, each new "love" is a pit stop, a breif reprive from that constant race to fill the hole in you. I am so sorry. I am literally crying as i type this, because my heart truly does break for you.
I love you. Goodbye my Love, My Helen of Troy. I Miss you Hunny, but its time to go. its time to heal.
Goodbye.
M: 35, EX-W: 3, S:4 All Divorce Proceedings Complete - Oct 18 ----------------------------------------------------- 2nd EX - Was Engaged - Diagnosed BPD 2 Major breakups. 2 Rebounds