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Saying it was hard to leave, is an understatement. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. Sometimes God puts you in certain positions where you’re forced to move forward, because you’ve been stuck in the same spot for far too long. The worst day of your life could be a blessing in disguise. Always have faith, because you can get through anything.
The day that I lost myself, was the day I had given up. Dressed in white, knowing they’re all waiting to see me, but not really caring to actually see me as a person. They only wanted to see the bride. They wanted to talk about the dress, and makeup. I meant nothing to anyone there, and it hurt. I was nothing.
Trauma. One event taking place, that can scar you for the rest of your life; only if you let it. After moving in with Med, things only got worse. He would leave me alone all day long, lying about his whereabouts. He only ever came home to eat, change into clean clothes, and sleep. He cheated on me with several other women, and denied it every single time. Telling him I knew the truth was never enough. Showing him proof was never enough either. I was clearly going crazy, and seeing things. Right? Or so he made me think.
I was only 14 when I had met that man, and little did I know what I had signed up for. The man that changed my life in so many ways. The man who stole my happiness, ripped my sweet smile off my face, and tore my innocent heart to pieces. Get ready to come along with me on a story so emotional, you’ll be dying to hear more.