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Pretend
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Ongoing, First published Nov 24, 2015
Mature
My name is Asha. All my life I've had to be perfect and things always had to be said or done the way my mother said they had to be said or done. Well now it's time for me to be on my own and do what I want and finally be free. Free from 24/7 surveillance, free from a life my mother made for me. I can finally be myself but the problem with living the way someone else was making me live is I don't quite know who myself is. Now it's time for me to figure it out. I no longer have to do something I've been doing my whole life. I no longer have to pretend.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?