Much like the batter in a pan I am fragile and easily torn today. I happened across some very old photographs of me I’m former lives. In old homes with old boyfriends and on holidays before they were even on the horizon. As though sensing my vulnerability my ex headed for the jugular saying he won’t pay me the money he owes me. I didn’t answer in the end. It’s beyond repair and I am in pain but somehow I know it’s the only way forwards now. He hasn’t loved me for the longest time and I am clinging to another part of the relationship hoping it will rekindle for him but it clearly will not and I am worth so much more. I’m tired but afraid to lie in the dark I am flat and sad and the tears have been rolling down my cheeks for about 4 hours 😦
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