“ i knew that you were hurting me. I knew that you weren’t treating me right. I knew I deserved better, but I stayed anyway. I loved you so much that I let you hurt me, even if you made me bleed. I wanted those seconds of happiness even if it meant a night of crying in my pillow. In my gut I knew you weren’t right. I’d spend hours making up excuses to try to feel like you were. I put myself second to put you first and I always thought - hay, maybe one day he’ll do the same. “