I suppose I suspected that all long, I just didn’t want to face it. I think what hurts most, as friends, honesty was my expectation. Now I’m left feeling angry and hurt and grieving the loss of what I thought was a good friend. My concern is that he’ll pop up at my home one evening and I won’t have the strength to send him away even though I’m so angry and at the same time I know there’s a part of me that still desires to see him, that doesn’t want to send him away. I hate that I jumped from one abusive relationship to one that isn’t real. How do I find the strength inside to hold my ground. I’m afraid to let myself down.
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