Our love is a crime of passion with which love itself sadly, is the weapon of choice and betrayal, lust and dishonor is the culprit. The murderous instruments that left us stagnant, bondless, and unable to evolve, without merit or standards! He couldn’t even understand what I felt. Seemingly he felt that I am his wife and therefore withstand all, move on by his side and stand tall, be proud! (Especially in pubic). He would tell me “you are my Mrs. and I your Mr. -- God has put us together”. As if trapped in someone else’s body he’d love me, a deep penetrating, desirable love, one minute then dismiss me the next. Confused I tried to find understanding which led to his childhood. A childhood of abuse where he now victimize me unconsciously, because that is all he knows. I felt as though I wasn’t enjoying life anymore the flame that once sparked and ignited me has blown out. He would come at me as if shot out of a canon with a barrage of verbal pellets over whelming me. Sadly everything that was good about him was also bad. And yet he wanted his love to mean so much to me now… A Woman In Love, Deception, Youve never read anything like it before!
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 04:16:37 +0000
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