February 19, 2016

It's interesting how things change. How your life is the opposite of what you thought it would be only one year ago, and yet some things are exactly the same. He is exactly the same, but I've only just realized who he actually is. I used to wonder why this happened, why he turned so sour, but now I understand it was a blessing to get away. My mother always warned me, but I was oblivious to her truths. "He's really great mom, and I think I really like him." I said. She was right all along, as mothers always are, I was just too awestruck to see the evil before me. He treated me right, most of the time, and that's good enough, right? Except it isn't. Those moments, when he didn't treat me right, those are the ones that I think of when I hear his name. His memory is tainted. I was never perfect, but I was the best I could be, so why did he do this to me?