Seven years ago today….I got married. I knew better. I knew he had issues. I knew he was violent, had sexual issues, drug issues.
Still I had an intense love for this man. A love that I knew was undying, unending, would persevere in spite of everything. I saw the good in him that no one else saw.
But I was wrong. Everyone else was right…in knowing that actions and words show what is going on in the heart and mind.
I was ignorant to think I could change someone, to think things would get better once they went past the point of no return.
Simple logic did not work…and I just wish I would have accepted that sooner. I had such pride….pride in myself, my relationship. The illusion of perfect, the illusion of happiness.
I did not want to be seen as having issues, I didn’t want to admit my relationship had failed….and simply I did not want people to know I was hurting.