I read these stories of other blogger’s past relationships – pain runs deep. My kindness and love was taken advantage of. My sincerity and concern was seen as mistrust. My honesty and integrity was taken as deception. I was duplicity and he was my heart – or forming vestigial. I was told I could not be trusted because of my major; I was receiving my masters in communication. Yes! My ex was a secret multimillionaire bloodline of Alexander the Great who found the burial spot of Jimmy Hoffa. You could imagine that as an aspiring TV personality I could not wait to get the story out.
How could I expect him to be honest with me when he was not honest with himself? His words of honesty had nothing to do with me but were spew. Words vomited out so his dying heart could grab hold of supposed truths. My fingers shake as I write this post, my anger rises, and my heart goes out to trapped souls who rather kill themselves than be who they are.
Love should not be closeted. Love should not exist between four walls or distant glances in a room full of family. Love should be shared.
We must learn to leave when love no longer sits at the table. Some will never understand how much you do and sacrifice for them. This is when it is time to leave. We must understand our worth. We must understand the value that we possess and can bestow upon others.
If you are in relationship were your love cannot exist, Run! Actually – Walk! And as you walk take heed as to how you came to be. Read the notes you left yourself. Remember the taste of each breadcrumb that lead you to this house.