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Hey guys! So I'm trying my best to keep blogging via the Blogger app, but it won't let me publish anything!!! I'll try my best to be back on here asap xoxo-TORH
Love is making me crazy.. this "breakup" is making me insane... I am at a crossroads. Lately, it feels as if I'm love/hate itself, I don't portray the actions, I AM the actions. I am hate.. I am rage, anger, bitterness. venom for words, spitting on the cold hard truths, just to bear pain on those who listen. I am love. I am kindness,warmth,laughter,joy,care. Sweet melodies for words, sugary syrup dripping from my mouth as I promise sweetness to those who listen. I can't be the hero AND the villain. But most days, it feels as if I am. I'm kind, giving, generous... Then I try to protect myself, and become evil and vindictive and conniving. I think my self defense mechanisms are acting up. A few of the rotors are jammed. I am trying so hard to heal from a broken relationship, but I keep chasing after it. Like a junkie, trying to scrape that last pill out of the bottle, only to watch it fall down the drainpipe... grasping,clawing,begging for it. H...
No longer controlled, I feel like a wild fire... spreading, beaming, full of energy and life. The days of shedding tears are long over, The puppeteers have fallen. I am in control now, I am my own person. I can breathe, I can think... I am fully alive. I have finally settled into a place to call my own. Jones Lake, Moncton New Brunswick... Sure, the weather is colder... of course it would be, living near water ALWAYS makes the winters more unbearable, but inside my home, I am safe and warm, and loved. That should be all that matters... to be loved,to feel safe,important,secure.. Every night I wrap my arms around my son,kiss his forehead and remind him he is loved, then I tuck him into sleep, say a silent prayer and remind myself of how wonderful life now is. I sometimes still feel that if I close my eyes too long and drift into a sleep, that I will wake up and be back in Quesnel, back to feeling trapped in heartache and disapointment, self loathing.. homesick... like I don't ...
Have you ever woke in the middle of the night, in terror? you look around and realize that there is nothing haunting you except for a nightmare you created with your own imagination, your own thoughts? I woke last night, tossing and turning... Sensing that my security had shattered. I looked at my phone, for some reason I had this gut instinct to check it before attempting to fall asleep again. And here is what I saw from my abusive exboyfriend. I HAVE HIM BLOCKED NOW. " the bottom line Deven is you don't deserve to have Joey in your life...not the way you treated him here...you neglected him constantly left him in your room all the time...you think that stuff can be just swept under the rug like it never happened...well it did...I was there...I saved his life and you fucking know it....you just won't admit to it just like everything else...and now just because you doing somewhat better you think you deserve the mother of the year award..." -words of a manipulativ...
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