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Loving Abuse

Loving Abuse

I don’t know what was worse him lying to me.

Or believing a lie that was cruel and painful but was sprinkled with a little bit of hope. I don’t know what was worse his beautiful smile that was full of sarcasm when he told me to shut up, shut up, just shut UP ! Or me accepting to just shut up I don’t know what was worse

Admiring his hands imprinted on my skin because any touch was better than none whether it was sweet or ruthless

Or him laughing as he watched the damn TV at 3 o’clock in the morning. I don’t know what was worse his poisonous breath against my neck that went along with late nights and beers. Or that I preferred him drunk than sober because he would whisper warm sweet secrets in my ear. I don’t know which was worse me loving him more than I loved myself or him not loving me at all. But I do know that I would prefer to die than leave his side


-P.S Don’t give up. Don’t stay in an abusive relationship

-Get Help Now If You Are Going Through An Abusive Relationship

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