Staying in the situation wasn't possible. I had to get out from his sight. I had to leave. I had no choice, not that I would of wanted to stay. But, I sit and wonder what would of happened if I had. If I stayed in the situation with him. If's consume my mind. It's hard to let go, of the past. Because they were my life. In a way they still are because I find myself consumed with thinking about them. All those memories. They were all fake. They never cared. But a part of me says it wasn't fake. A war is happening inside of my head. Who will win?
Ok, so.. I know that you may not understand this. Something happened a while ago, I don't really want to get into details. But, something happened and some of my family didn't believe me. So, I wanted to write about it. Because this is the way I let things out. Someday, I hope to let it go completely. But I think it will be with me forever.