The me I was about 18 years ago, the me I was before I met him, the me I was before he destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem I had, and beat me down until I no longer resembled that person. Then he moved on and left me broken and battered, and always blamed ME
Thank God I have a loving man (Paul Blank) in my life that will get the meaning behind this post. And who will be kind and understanding. Not feel less than. Who will find a way to make things better for us.
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