Young and in love, I knew what you were doing was bad but I was too weak to leave. I felt that I deserved what you did to me.
At night I would lie awake wondering if you were really at home sleeping like you said you were, or if you were in another girl's bed. I tried so hard to believe everything you said, hoping that it wouldn't bite me in the ass later. I mean come on! You loved me, right? You would never hurt me..
I loved you, I wanted to better myself for YOU. I stopped the drinking, I stopped the drugs... but that never stopped you. I supported your habits with every cent I had just to keep your love.
I let you get drunk and physically hurt me. I let you get drunk and mentally abuse me.
I would lay awake at night with you next to me wondering what girl you were texting behind my back. I was always wondering what other girl you had falling for your stupid little tricks.
Years later and I still replay those words in my head every single day, "You're not the girl I fell in love with. I don't want you."
Pain... over and over and over again. I was never good enough for the guy who was constantly high or drunk. I remember all the times you said you didn't want to be with me anymore and I begged and begged you to stay when I should've let you go.
Why wasn't I ever good enough for you? Why were the drugs and alcohol so important to you? Why didn't you love me like I loved you? Why couldn't you just love me? Why couldn't you forget about all those bad things and get better?
I was angry, depressed, and sad. My emotions were all over the damn place. I just never knew how I really felt and what I needed to do to change it.
I remember having so much faith in you, and just hoping you would change for me.
Thinking "oh, he won't cheat again. He'll change." I remember locking myself in the bathroom every time you told me you were done, and crying for hours; Taking a razor to my skin, just hoping it would take the pain away that you caused. Why was I letting my life fall to shambles over a guy who never truly loved me?
I always thought that my love could fix you. That you would change and love me again. I loved you so much I forgot to love myself. I forgot what it was like to feel good, feel happy, feel...safe.
It took me years to realize that none of this was ever my fault like you always said it was. It was always you. I loved you so much that I was blinded by your harsh words. It took me years to love myself again, and hate you for everything you did to me. Years of depression and anxiety, many nights spent still crying, many nights locked in the bathroom.
Letting you go was the best thing I could've done for myself, and I can only hope you will never treat another girl like you treated me.