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 I wish we could have just talked… instead of me fumbling through the swampiness of your blame, gas lighting and your unrealistic expectations. You never considered me and never considered your role in our demise.You were never accountable for your behaviours. I showed up, I was accountable, curious, vulnerable, authentic and brave. I owned my shit and was always ready to work through anything with you  

I was yours. Until I became someone neither of us knew. Not fair…..

My heart hurts 

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