I set you free to discover yourself. You used me and took my soul.
By worshipping you I gave you the power to discover how worthy you were of taking to the skies and sailing the ocean. I gave you the courage to live your dreams. To leave behind the pain you endured all of your life and find your own happiness. I watched you grow to love yourself instead of hate the beast within. I helped you to accept your devil and make peace with it. I enabled you to find your piece of God and to enjoy life when you couldn't find a reason for living.
In return you took my soul. You took my love for myself and my family. You belittled me to the point I could not speak to anyone without doubt of my own words. You silenced my voice so that I thought it was a sour note. You forbade the music I loved to hear so that I forgot the joy it gave me. You neglected my body and ne'er spoke a word of my beauty so I thought I was hideous. You denied your love for me and made me feel not worth being loved. You scorned my love as if I was a chain around your neck. Our plans for the future were just a ruse you pretended to want just to keep me happy. Your promise to love and cherish til death do we part....a lie to trick me.
I will never be the trusting woman I was when I met you. I will never be able to believe a man's words again. My love for you lives on in my sad and broken heart. The love I gave so freely and innocently. Believing that you were unknowing of the harm you caused. Trusting that you were unaware of the hurt you inflicted by your words and deeds. Believing that your absences were caused by a broken heart needing to be alone and at peace to heal. Not to satisfy your disgust at having to endure life with someone as lowly and unworthy of you as you thought I was.
Why do I write this now. It has been exactly 4 months since the last time we spoke. I still cry for your body which lies about your feelings. I still cry for the love you give me whenever you first return. I cry for the dreams I have had for so long. I cry that now I will travel those roads alone and still in love with you. Confused between the reality of your disgust and the dream of your love. I cry for the years I deluded myself into believing that the kindness and love you took from me showed me you truly did love me. How could anyone take everything someone had to give and not feel as strong a love in return? How could anyone? It is a crime to take from someone and not return in kind.
To think that your body gives the love to anyone who would pass your way sickens me. To think I treasure the memories I had with you. To think I valued the love we made. When it is nothing but a physical act you would perform with anyone. To think you would give yourself to anyone after I thought so highly of you. To think you are nothing but a cheap, sick, twisted, sorry, excuse for a life. A life I thought I could save and who would love me until I died.
The loneliness you felt for all of your life was now eased. I was a person worthy of being loved, valued by many and given to only those who deserved to be my mate. I chose you to give my life to. I chose you to spend the rest of my life with. I meant those words I spoke. I treasured the thought that you loved me enough to spend the rest of your life loving me. You begged me to come back. How could you do these things to me when you knew I was trying to get over you. I was your friend! I loved you. Didn't you understand how precious that was? Don't you know you don't lie to your friends just to get what you want? I gave up the respect of my friends and family to take you back. Even your friends and family warned me that you would continue to hurt me. And they were right. You did. The only person who ever really loved you. You burned. You couldn't be an upright man and try to work out our differences. You had to have it your way even though you agreed to do it another way. You couldn't try. You just endured. You never tried.
Now I sit here. Seven years later. Lamenting. Grieving for the time I wasted. Grieving for the pain in my heart to heal. Now I know that the sorry man you were is who you are. Without that sorry existence, you have no identity. You know no other way to manipulate people into doing what is best for you.
Integrity is something you will never know. Standards are for fools you say? Values are something only republicans spew out as political rhetoric. Pride is something you give up when you have no other means of coersion. Love is what you say when you think you will have to do something harder than lying. Leaving is what you do when you are self sufficient. Giving is only done when you get more in return. When someone needs your help is when that person is not worth knowing.
You are scum. You are a liar. You are worthless. You have no value to anyone. You are a pothead and an addict. You have no ethics, no morals, no strength, no character. You have broken someone who has given you everything she had.
But yet, I still love you. I don't know why. I have no reason to. Noone sees what I see. Noone saw the dreams I had. The love I had was for the lies you told me. The promises I held so close. The love we made when I thought you loved me. The fantasies I built up in my head of how life would be as your wife. It was all a lie. A ruse you created to earn a living. I was just a nice woman you thought you could grace with a few years of your worthless lying life in exchange for room and board. As you said so many times, noone else wants you. I never saw what that implicated.
I was wrong, you saw things very clearly. You are not delusional.........I was.