A part of me dies every time i see a man truly loving a woman. A part of me is so ashamed that I let you destroy me like this. I hear “Hello” by Adele playing and I pray you never make that call. All I can think of is goodbye. There isn’t a part of me that would want to lay eyes on you again. I’m treating you like a secret pregnancy that I aborted. Only I will know the true pain of what could have been but never was.That’s my burden to carry….until I free myself… The shame is the hardest thing to go to bed with at night. I feel it in my soul.
KJM reminiscing while trying to heal. Healing is so honest yet ugly at times.