What’s wrong, you ask? Oh, nothing. Just that I put myself and my big dumb bleeding heart on the line again only to have it soundly beaten into the ground for the second- No, * third * time this year. Twice by my husband, and now this.
So I’m back in recovery mode. I refuse to demonize him ( haha, insiders). He is nothing more than a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Is it pathetic, that he returned to a soul-crushing life? Yes. But he will never be my enemy. I will always have love for him, I will always want the best for him. And he will always know how to find me.
I have to take the time to contemplate the purpose of his presence in my life and come to some sense of peace with what I have learned from this. Try not to miss him. Try to…
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