Bonnie’s Beach 🏖

My Life. My Experiences. My Love. My Words.

Split

on July 28, 2021

I feel it every second. I miss him so much, but I have to remind myself that the man I miss hasn’t existed for nearly two years. Four years of my life for what? For fucking what?!?! He was supposed to be my ride or die and partner for life. All I want is someone to share my fucking life with!!! Is that too much to fucking ask?!?! Why did I think that changing my behavior to make someone else happy would work? Have I not fucking learned this lesson?? Why do I give and give and give thinking it will result in receiving? Why did I allow myself to change and enable someone to treat me like shit?! I keep thinking things could still change. That there’s still hope. That it could still be possible. That maybe I didn’t do enough. Maybe I should have done more. Maybe maybe maybe. Could have and should have and shouldn’t have and on and on. I am so fucking lost. Who the fuck am I anymore? No wonder he left to get away from me. I am not me. The girl from four years ago fucking killed herself believing she was becoming someone better for someone else. To not be yelled at. To not be called names. To not be afraid. The more I changed the more fearful I became, until her corpse was replaced with this shell of a person who hates who she’s become? I allowed him to mold me into this thing. This angry creature who retreats into the darkness, because the light burns. And he didn’t like what he created. He wanted the girl he destroyed. Neither one of us could stop this darkness from growing. And yet I still have some weird sliver inside of me thinking the past could be undone and that there’s hope that it could still be. I am struggling to breathe while trying not to fall the fuck apart. And I know I’ve hurt him, and he knows he hurt me, and yet we still couldn’t stop hurting each other. And for what? We both wanted it to work. We both wanted to have someone to share the rest of our lives with. We both became what we are now. And who is left stuck picking up all the pieces? Me! Fucking me! Ditched and left behind tethered to this cage of a house. Me! And I allowed it, because I had no other choice, because I had no say. And I keep going back and forth and back and forth in my mind believing things could have worked if I’d just held out a little longer. If I just kept ignoring all the red flags and all the dead end signs, it could have worked. Even knowing it couldn’t. It was too late. The universe brought us together in a flash of light, and it destroyed us just as quickly. The extreme highs followed by the lowest of lows that made us this. And I am lost. And I am alone. And I have no hope at this point.

-Bonnie


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