Reflecting on Destroying Him


Her Sweet Revenge

He pushed her

He Used her

He thought he owned her

He called her a whore

He hit her

She ended him

It’s over






Hmm…, Should I Choose Loneliness or Let Her Shut me Out & Choose it for me?

I’ve given her countless chances – spent a billion words of text – lapped myself bending over backwards – to help her be fair, and care enough to keep me around.

She can’t control herself – or didn’t believe I’d go for good – one or the other. I feel sad for  her – that I blocked her and kept her there. But, it’s all probably just a game = no way to know where the game starts or ends,  and I’ve wondered if she’s ever really feeling.

It is lonely either way – but I have to stay gone this time – force myself to adjust to  freezing cold. Must not go back to being coldly dangled, under a carrot – over fire.

Pin The Tale On The Scapegoat

I believe this is the first post from another blogger – that I’ve ever re-posted on my blog. Nikole’s post was simply too brilliant and meaningful not to share.

“And so, in conclusion, if the end goal, the winning prize, is love, I am willing to carry that cross as far as I have to.”

Source: Pin The Tale On The Scapegoat