Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Kristal Anderson
Dreadful and mind-numbing.
Those were the two words that I would to describe the last two weeks. And even those felt like understatements.
My mental health had taken a turn for the worst and days had started to blend into one blurring the lines between dream and reality. Once again I felt like I was going crazy inside my own head.
What made it worst was the fact that I knew exactly what the root cause of it all was– or better yet who the root cause was– and what hurt the most was knowing that I had the power to make it all better. But I couldn't do it.
The incident that happened two weeks ago was a wake up call, it made me rethink everything, all of my decisions and the path I was going down. I was jeopardizing my relationship with Aunt Jenna because of a man– a man that made me feel alive again after I had been spiralling down a dark hole for three months, but a man nonetheless– that I had only known for a little while.
As much as every cell in my body craved that euphoric high I got whenever I was around him, I had to push that all aside and do what was right. So I cut him off.
Because no matter what, I would always choose Aunt Jenna over anyone else. That was least I could do after all she'd done for me.
So I cut him off for good. . . today marked two weeks since I'd last seen him, spoken to him and it only made me realize how depended of him I had become.
Making that decision wasn't an easy thing but it had to be done, I had to do what was right.
That night I laid in Aunt Jenna's arms stiff as a board as guilt and fear consumed me. Her words circled my mind, slowly eating away at my desire to live a life where I could have both of them. I knew I had to choose; my relationship with the woman who had become like a second mother to me or a thrilling escapades with a man who would probably get bored of me in no time.
So after laying with her until I heard the light snores leaving her lips, a telling sign that she was in a deep state of slumber. We took that as the perfect opportunity to get him out. I reached for my phone and texted him, telling him that she was asleep.
I managed to slide out of her arms without waking her. I tiptoed to my bedroom door to make it easier for him to leave. I glanced back at my bed just in time to catch her turning in her sleep, I stood there frozen like a statue to scared to even breath until she settled back into sleep.
Letting out the breath that I was holding in, I tiptoed over to my wardrobe opening the door as slow as I could to minimize any sudden noise and there be was; stuffed between my clothes. Under different circumstances I would have been laughing my ass off at the sight of such a large man stuffed in my wardrobe, but I managed to keep my composure.
I motioned for him to follow me before turning back to check on Aunt Jenna and thankfully nothing I'd done so far had woken her up. I felt like a huge bolder was lifted off my shoulders the moment we were out of my bedroom.
