Our love was far from perfect. Perfection does not exist, your mind makes you believe that there is such a thing as the “perfect” guy, but its not true.
As a woman, I have been planning my wedding since I was at least 10, maybe even when I was a little younger. At the end of 2014, I thought I found the man I was going to marry. I fell in love with him. Fast. Hard. Head over heals some might say. He was amazing in many ways.
He told me how beautiful I was, that I had a stellar personality, and that he was also sure I was the only one for him.
I changed my whole life, for him, maybe for me too. I’m a very spontaneous person, and I had been idle in the same city for 9 years! I was desperately craving change. And I found it. He was my way out, my escape from this place I thought to be so terrible.
I moved to the town where he was from, 2 weeks after meeting him (told you I am spontaneous!) some told me it was too fast, but I said life is too short. A couple months into our relationship, he proposed. I said yes. There was no doubt in my mind, this was indeed the man for me.
He provided a life for me, he had a career, we had vehicles, and we paid bills like every other person. He was the only one working, as finding a job in a small town can be pretty difficult.
I guess I called this a letter, to the man I loved, so I don’t know why I’m speaking as if he is third person. Maybe this would be better;
I loved you, but you broke me. We fought, everyday, and that slowly wore me down. You never hit me, but you verbally abused me, and emotionally that took a huge toll on the woman I am today. Believe me when I say, I have gone through the hardest months of my life since we broke up. I didn’t want to leave. I know I ended it, because it was best for both of us, the fighting and the arguing about the same damn things just became too much. But then I saw you again, a month later. And it was like I never left, you still felt like my solid safe place, like home, and you kissed me and the passion and fire crawled up through my veins. I instantly fell in love all over again.. But you didn’t. Slowly over time, as the months passed, I lost the love for you that I once had, because I realized, you changed and you were no longer the man you had been when we first met. You had given up. In this last week, since New Years, I really had time to reflect on our life together, it’s something I could never forget, because how can I forget the man who broke me?
-bbh
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