Oh what we could have had… if you could have held my heart like you held my hand. If you could have seen the madness in the constant criticism, blame, gaslighting and control that strangled and wilted me. In the end I was just doing anything to please you to avoid fights. I became so nervous to say the wrong thing. The madness won. There could never be enough accountability, active listening, apologies, kindness, vulnerability, honesty, forgiveness …. I showed up, I put the work in, I saw my faults and I held yours for as long as I could. You didn’t see yours. It was all so one sided. My love and efforts couldn’t break through your walls. I begged you to do something different. You refused. I left the porch light on…
Still haunted
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