I cooked for her, cleaned for her, sold the cars she crashed for her. I valued her life more than my own. She lied cheated betrayed and tortured me. I could not give up on helping her. She put me in fear for my life, for her life, and even the lives of my family. She was my girlfriend at first, but then she became my child as I became dependant. She betrayed me. Finally when I came to my senses and tried to leave for good she assaulted me. I called the police, I was arrested and now my military career is in jeopardy. She is playing the same game with another man right now, just as she played one before she played me.
My justice is in knowing the truth and having the truth behind me.
But it still sucks trying to get my stuff done while she plays the field and lies to everyone's, just as she lies in their beds.
For every ounce I gave her she felt entitled to four more, and when I threatened to leave, my existence was invalidated discarded and forgotten, just as one forgets about a Styrofoam cup as they throw it away. | |
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