It is crazy how people show us their true colors an we refuse to believe them. I have spent the past 2 years loving the wrong man... love is terribly blind. I loved this man so much I made excuses for his actions. This man tried to drag me and my self esteem thru the dirt. He lied and abused and pointed the finger at me. He took not only all the hope I had but all the love I had to offer. I loved this man so much and saw a much potential. I never gave up, I always stayed by his side, & when he was down I was there picking him up, supporting him through everything. & for a second, he appreciated, he thanked me, he loved me.... but then he got mad and the devil came out. He mistreated me, he yelled, he took everything from me, he took my insecurities and thru them all in my life. I cryed and I begged and I suffered and he watched and blamed it all on me. I laid there broken and ashamed. Later he apologized and expected everything to be okay. What hurts the most is the fact that he knew my pain. All the pain I’ve been thru, all the hurt, everything that scared me & he didn’t care to hurt me again. He grabbed the knife that I already had in my back and pushed it in deeper... meanwhile I loved him and believed maybe one day he’ll change, he’s not that man he becomes when he’s mad. One day we’ll be happy, and everything will be okay. Or maybe I’ll be dead...