At a young age I realized broken hearts hurt worse than broken bones. At nearly 20 years old i still feel the sting of my first heart break, caused by my birth father when he dropped me off to my mom after his weekend, and never came back.
At 7 years old my father, the man who is supposed to love you more than any man ever will, walked out without an explanation. And my whole existence since then when people walk out I feel like they'll decide Im not worth it and I'll be sitting waiting for them to come back and they won't. Just like he didn't.
I'd take a broken ankle again over having someone walk out on me. Bones heal, broken hearts mend slightly but as soon as a situation close to the one that broke it, it tears and cracks again. And you're left a mess.
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