I trusted him.

I believed that he had changed.

I thought he had our best interest in mind.

I wanted to give the best for our kids.

I was wrong.

He didn’t care, he hadn’t changed.

He knew how to manipulate my mind.

He knew I was willing to give up my life.

He knew how to hurt me.

I was wrong.

I wasn’t allowed to have feelings.

I wasn’t allowed to speak up.

I wasn’t allowed to disagree.

I wasn’t allowed to tell him anything.

I was wrong.

I always have been wrong to him.

I was wrong to jump into this move.

I have now drug my children through war.

I have lost it all again.

But I’m strong.

I can make it through this.

Our children will be okay.

But him?

I hope he one day realizes…

What he did is wrong.