The Breaking Point

The moment that started it all.

When everything you've ever known is hatred, you develop a burning passion for love. You seek for it everywhere you go; in everyone you meet. You can't stop the yearning deep inside you for love and happiness. When you find it, you never want to let go of it. But my dilemma is this; I found love; true, unconditional love. I found happiness that I never knew I was capable of feeling. Neither of us wanted it to end, especially the way it did; but I'm getting ahead of myself. We were young, we were reckless, we were crazy in every sense of the word; but we were perfect for each other.

Imagine this: you find someone who has mental issues like you do so they know how to handle yours even when you don't, someone who got arrested for trying to protect you and their unborn child, someone who loves you so much the first thing they said after being arrested was "she's gonna hate me mom. I don't want to lose her, but she's going to hate me." Someone who took care of your needs after loosing your child. Someone who had a heart of gold with the craziest wild side you've ever seen when it came to you. Someone who made you feel protected and safe for the first time in your life. The first person who managed to break down every single wall you had put up to guard your heart and guarded it himself with his life. Someone who gave hope to you when you felt hopeless, gave you happiness in the worst of times, someone who never once stopped chasing you because he knew you were worth the chase. Someone you could trust fully and trusted you fully despite both of your trust issues.
You have a relationship with two people refusing to give up on each other because the love they shared was far to strong to be broken, until they are forced to move and leave you behind.

We fought and fought and fought for our love. Until the last moment we were fighting, with everything in us, because we couldn't stand the thought of not having each other.
That's where it all started, after he left and I was forced to stay, after we broke up over something as stupid as insecurities; that's when all hell broke loose. That was the beginning of the slippery downhill slope my life was about to become.