"Lovely, if you want me to leave, just say it, and I'm gone," Bashar said, and I looked at him without any expressions on my face. "Alright," I said, and he looked at me so upset that I could see steam coming from his ears and nose.
"ALRIGHT?" he inquired, and I looked at him, giving him my full attention. "I have no room to care about anything right now, and as much as I would love to try to save us and myself, I only have room for one. I will always save our kids, but they don't count, so as I said, Alright." I said in a monotone as I got up and made my way out of the room. This is not a call for help, nor do I want him to come and save me. I want the little bit of sanity I have left to stay and stick like glue.
I can tell this is postpartum, but I know this is also a little more than that. A little more than me just being depressed and stressed. It's me being done! I'm sick and tired of being a fool for love. Bash has cheated twice, been places he shouldn't be with other women, and trapped me with the first set of twins.
I've tried to play good wife and girlfriend, but the more I look and feel crazy, the harder it is for me to be okay with him. The more he tries to pour love into me and apologize, the more I fall outta love with him. I gave him my heart, and womb, and he just keeps playing with me even after I've been understanding.
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Da Truth
FanficIf I would've known we would only have a little time together...I don't know what I would've done beside continue to love you wholeheartedly!!
