when you’ve been hurt and on the and end of abuse as much as i was, it becomes impossible to believe the sorries, and the promises. I can never get back the trust and respect so how could I believe we can have a happy ever after.
weird thing is, because he is still on drugs his routine is messed up and he doesn’t seem to rise til around 12-1pm now. I posted my letter to his downstairs door (can’t get access to his front door).. yet he has already read it (how did it know it was downstairs in his box), and replied to me.
All very weird, but a weight has left my shoulders.