1 Foreword

I don't know why I imagined that he would love me, so many things we have been through together, I would like to say that most of them were good, but it is not like that...

He was never there when I was sick or when I did not know what to do with my father, he only looked for me for sex and I confused it with love, how silly I must have seemed, begging him, dragging the little dignity that I had left so that he could return to my side.

I feel so miserable, my life was simple before he showed up, I can't blame him for everything, because I also had a candle at this funeral, nobody forced me to have sex with him, much less fall in love.

I have never been a prude, although I do not see what is wrong, it is still sweet to be a virgin girl, I do not know why the obsession of girls to take their virginity...

I am a normal girl, only that she has suffered a lot.

I thought that being in love, all that was going to change, I thought that my first love would be like in the stories of the princesses and that I would get married and eat partridges and that would be my happy ending, only instead of getting myself a prince, I got myself an ogre.

Fairy tales don't exist, and neither does the prince who plans to rescue you, while I was fighting for this relationship, he was just throwing everything away.

I don't want to think about how bad I feel, but my suffering is definitely not important to him, I just want to say to him: Tell me why are you leaving?

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