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I could tell you that my story ended well, maybe even happily- but that would be a lie.
It would be a lie because I am miserable; I am miserable without him no matter how many times he would punch me, kick me, destroy me, I would still be left obsessed. Obsessed with him? Obsessed with the pain, or what I thought was just 'tough love'? Who knows.
I hoped I could find peace in the trauma that infected my past, present and future, but my attempts portray unfortunate failure after failure.
Maybe you might find peace with your troubles from this book, or maybe it'll just make it worse. I don't know, maybe you'll just have to find out.