Which also means hes the only ones who's ever damaged it. My parents never filled my heart. So my husband found me with an unfilled heart thats not used to beating.
Whats tragic is living a shitty life. Escaping it to build your own life but because you grew up in a shitty place you are marred and that flows you into your new life. Its so hard being re-traumatized in the home and family you built. It sends me back to the family i ran from
Then it makes me feel like im stuck in a dramatic horror
My heart had only been given to one guy and that guy is the only on who has the power to break it. Every ex broke my faith or courage or support or etc. But my husband is the only one who ever held my heart
Im back at the point of regretting my own birth. Regretting giving birth to my babies because now they too are stuck in a life they never asked to live.