I couldn't do it. I felt like before I met him... my heart was kind of scraped, and taped back together from all it had been through... like someone had already thrown it in the dryer with a bunch of rocks, so it was pretty messed up, but I had done my best to patch it back up for him and I gave him... everything I got. I'm giving you everything I got baby. Now... I've oft described the state of my heart like that but ripped open and covered in dog crap.
I found this on Pinterest recently and, really this just SO sums up how I feel all the time. When I walk around in public, this is how I feel. I feel like I am walking around like this, naked, exposed and everybody can see everything. ...(Of course I only wish I looked this good naked.)
It's called "broken hearted."
If you walked around, feeling like this (you know, plus 70 pounds) you wouldn't want people to hug you either. (No need to get blood all over their clothes, right?)
So that's how I feel.
And people are telling me to move on and forgive him while I am walking around in public in my underwear and bleeding all over the cereal aisle.
Hmmph.
You first.
So that's how I feel.
And people are telling me to move on and forgive him while I am walking around in public in my underwear and bleeding all over the cereal aisle.
Hmmph.
You first.
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