he took my world, my light, my life.

he left me stranded and alone.

and I saw it coming, but ignored it still.

he would beat me when we fought.

we would fight because he would sext other women.

or watch porn and then sext other women.

it wasn't the porn (though disrespectful) that was cheating, it was the other women that he would send sexual things to that was.

and the fights would lead to me wanting to leave...

me wanting to leave would lead to him pinning me down, or putting me in a chokehold til I fell asleep... and so many bruises.

but we would stop fighting, have sex, and go to bed...

and it would be okay again for a few weeks..

and then it would repeat.

but I always apologized. I'm a good girl, I promise I can do better to control my emotions. I'm sorry. "think of the kids.." I can't leave. I love you.

our kids love you.

but now...? you don't love me, do you...? you took my baby, and kicked me out.

and yet I still want to come back. I'm sorry, I can do better. I won't fight you.. I'll allow you your freedom, and I'll still be good.

But you have no interest in that. you took to even more dating sites... and I'm discarded. but should I warn those other women...?

how stupid can I be to have my heart be so broken while I want you back.