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“Put the stars back in the sky, Jude. It’s so dark and lonely without them.”
Again, possessive and toxic
Red-rimmed eyes met mine. They were so vacant. So flat and empty.
The gaslighting and toxicity!!!!
Really shows you how multi-faceted people are and how they can change.
Sorry, baby, I’m just so fucking tired. So fucking weary of this battle. Forgive me.
Oh no! This is so sad and heartbreaking
There are only so many times a person can say they’re sorry before the words become meaningless.
The stars are still in the sky, baby. Just open your eyes and look up. On the darkest nights, they shine the brightest. And one day soon you’ll see that you never really needed me to put them back in the sky for you. You’re strong and brave and fierce. You’re a goddamn warrior, Rebel. The real hero in our story.
He relinquished possession
I’d been diagnosed with PTSD. It wasn’t something that simply vanished. I still had triggers. I still had bad dreams that woke me in a cold sweat and made me feel like I was dying. I still had flashbacks.
Every morning I woke up, and I got on with my day. Every day I made a conscious effort to be mentally healthy. That in itself was a major win.
Besides, I’d rather get angry and argue than deal with the heartache and misery. Anger was so much easier. The cut was cleaner. Sharper.
His hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me up as if I were featherlight. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he spun us around, our lips remaining sealed. We were devouring one another, drowning in each other, and still it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Kids. They just get right to the heart of the matter, don’t they?
And that was all she said but in that one word I heard everything we couldn’t say.
“You owe me an entire galaxy. I’m still waiting for you to put the stars back in the sky.”
“This isn’t giving up. It’s self-preservation. How many times can one heart break, Jude?”
She smiled and it rivaled the stars for its brightness.
“I’m my own person. And I’m sitting right here. I’m not a bartering chip. I’m not a plaything you two can fight over. So stop marking your territory by pissing all over it. If you can’t settle your differences…” She stopped and shook her head, her eyes darting to me. “If you can’t do that, none of your sweet words or anything else will make a bit of difference.”
Love tested your limits. It was so damn easy to fall in love. So easy to love a person when times were good. The real challenge was sticking it out even when the going got rough.
And I guess that’s all part of the healing process. You have to talk about the shit that’s eating away at you, unload some of the baggage you’ve been carting around for too long and lighten your load.
