Never sure what to do with it...and thought of it as kind of a wasted emotion....
But it’s here.
Part of me feels like I shouldn’t have any because we are amicable and because he’s been helping take care of me and get started back on my feet again.
But I am so angry right now that my chest feels so tight that it might just explode.
He lied to me for months. He told me everything was going to be OK. He told me that he loves me because of who I am. He told me that we were going to be OK and that we were OK.
Is it crazy that even now I have to stop and tell you that he’s not a bad person? Far from it, in fact. For me to express my anger, I need to tell you that he’s a good man. That all of this is do illogical.
But I am so angry.
He gets to come home every night to the dogs, to his familiar surroundings, to everything that he knows. His home. No longer ours.
I come home to my cousin's house, my cousin’s dogs, and every night I sleep in the basement. The bed i…