No Bias Allowed
It’s so hard. He’s loving, he’s sweet, he tells me I’m incredible.
I want to believe. I want to believe that this considerate person is who he is. I want to forget all the pain and hurtful words.
And then, out of the blue, I’m reminded. It’s like ripping the wound open anew each and every time. He’ll say something and I’m thrown back to ‘then’. And I’m reminded that I’m not important to him, that I don’t matter, that I’m a pawn in this game he’s playing.
It’s not the recent behaviour that matters. That doesn’t wipe away the truth.
But I yearn so much to love, to be loved, that it’s so incredibly tempting each and every time. I want that dream. I want things to be right again.
And they never will be.