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It’s only now that I recognise the wretched life you cloaked me in and how your misery needed my company to prevent you from feeling so isolated.
And should my soul soar, I promise that yours will sink like the heaviest of rocks, never to be seen again.
‘Please don’t hate me for being the one who stayed,’
I thought that having a baby meant that I would always be loved by someone until the day I died. I was wrong. Being a mother is no guarantee of anything.
