We're broken people.

She strung me along for a year, until I was “good enough” to be with her. She never truly cared for me, I don’t think. She knew she was stringing me along and acted like she wanted to be with me when I got “Better”. But she went on dates, dated other people, and shamelessly told me all about it and then acted like I was who she wanted. And when we did finally get together, she cheated on me. Twice. Blamed me both times. She told me she had feelings for someone else and stayed with me. I felt so unreasonable going through her phone in a panic. I hated being that person. I hated waking her up clinging to her and crying on her because I was terrified she was going to leave me for someone else on cheat on me for a third time while I was at work. She stifled so much of who I was. I stopped playing video games. I stopped going to boxing. I stopped watching my shows. Anytime I did anything remotely “me” was few and far between. It was always what she wanted. And what she wanted wasn’t me.