Well you are gone like you were never here at all, but you didn't break me.. I love me. I loved you and i forgive you. I hope you can forgive me. I wish you the best. I hope you succeed in your dreams. I've moved on. He's really great. He's 37. He has a kid. He thinks I'm great. I think i could fall in love. Which is weird because i still love you. But what we had was not healthy and that's why it couldn't work long term. If ever you want to be friends. I'm down for that. You are no longer my whole world. HAPPY birthday to me. Goodbye and best wishes.
Nothing like tackling the big subjects. I am not sure even where to start. This isn't going to be a sappy post, or at least I don't really intend it to be. I come from a background of abuse. I was physically, emotionally and mentally abused as a child. I was basically on my own from age 15 until I graduated high school at 17 when I joined the Navy. Luckily I still lived in my family home. Luckily my parents paid the electricity, they were just NEVER there, which was better than getting the shit beat out of me on a daily basis. I have two younger sisters, who were never abused by my mother. My father was my hero, until I realized that in order to avoid conflict, he'd rather ignore what was happening right under his nose. My father is a military man, as was his father before him. My mother and father met while both of them were in the Army and stationed in Germany. My maternal grandfather was also in the military, and served in both the Korean Conflict and in Vietnam. P