One month.
I told him I couldn't do it anymore. That I couldn't live like this forever. I told him that 5 years of lies and broken promises has left me in this dark and sad place - a place reminiscent of my childhood. That I couldn't be sad forever. I've healed so much and I can't let myself be miserable again.
These lies have been the topic of our conversation so many times. And so many times he tells me, "I don't want to make you feel like this anymore." So many times I've believed him. So many times he's proved that I shouldn't because we continue to have these conversations.
Maybe this time will be different.
He cried. He said that he knows he has never put me first. He said he knows that he has a problem with lying. He said he knows that he's never once kept a promise. He said he didn't think I was asking too much of him. He said that he can't lose me. He said to give him one month to provw himself. He said every day for a month, he will keep his word. He promised. I cried... I really do love him, and I really don't want to leave. But I will. He begged me to stay. He pleaded. He promised it would be different now.
He promised.
He promised.
He promised.
Maybe this time it will be different.