He made such a fool of me…. Such a complete fool…. And for so long….
I feel so humiliated. It haunts my dreams. I feel he stole my youth. Eighteen years is a long time.
I sit here – a puffy, dilapidated, middle-aged woman, bereft of any joy or self-worth.
I may have some skills, some things I am good at, but they mean nothing in the face of how I allowed someone to treat me, to humiliate me, to take advantage of me.
I lost my house, my beautiful kitchen, my garden, my youth, my hopefulness, all because I chose to believe that there was some good in a pathetic little man who was nice to me. How stupid is that?!
I dream and imagine people laughing at me to my face, turning away to talk behind my back about how absolutely idiotic and gullible I am.
I feel so alone….
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