I Don't Believe in Men
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  • Reads 307
  • Votes 50
  • Parts 35
  • Time 7h 5m
Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2017
Mature
I don't believe in fairy tales, I don't believe in happy ever afters and I most certainly don't believe in men. Ever since I can remember, they have always treated me badly; I've been beaten down, bruised, crushed and left for granted. And for what I can see, the women in my family have had bad experiences as well, considering that my grandfather never loved my grandmother, my father cheated on my mother and left when I was only eight years old, my uncle abuses towards me, my brothers displeasures caused by me and countless of other abominations that I rather not speak. Although, I can say that I consider myself lucky, since not only men seem to hate me; my mother hates everything about me and doesn't want anything to do with me, she disposes me in any way that she can. But what can I say? I mean, I must be the problem, right? I guess that the guy who achieves to conquer the walls I've built, is truly a miracle worker. That is if I let him get near me.
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The Hardship's of Love

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As I lay in my hospital bed I voiced out my decision to my mate regardless of the fact that both of us would be hurting. "I've had to deal with you not caring for 5 good years Brent and I'm done. Here's your ring and when I've recovered I'll come and get my things." "No you can't leave! You're my mate." He argued back "Brent I am done fighting for you and for this relationship and getting hurt okay. I am done." I stated to him and turned back to rest my heard on my friends shoulder. One day my Grandmother fell in love with my grandfather. It wasn't all pretty and happy as I expected. No there were downfalls in their love and moments when they wished they'd never met each other. But the real test was believing that no matter how bad the situation got they would come back together. Or is that just fairy-tale?