The Way We Were

October 31, 2017

Looking back I remember the way we were.

Passionate, infatuated, as thick as thieves.

You were the first person I ever said I love you to.

Yet it was all too good to be true.

Passion turned into aggression and the infatuation became sorrow.

You became someone I didn't recognize; you stopped saying "I love you" and started to say all the things you hated about me.

You knew I would stick with through thick and thin and you used it against me.

No matter how much you would scream at me, you swore you loved me at the end of the night.

The words you used echo in my head: self absorbed, pertinacious, not good enough.

It took everything I had to leave you; it broke me, you broke me.

After everything you put me through, all I remember is what you became.

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AbbyNeffOct 31, 2017

<p>I just want to also add that if you're noticing signs of any kind of absusive relationship, whether it be physical or emotional, don't be afraid to talk to someone or to get out of the situation. I always kept to myself about this relationship and denied everything people said about his abuse that they noticed. Don't do what I did and get into a healthy relationship where you don't have to question if you're really happy or not.</p>

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