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And now enter Kristian, December 2016

He was 24

Had the prettiest green eyes

And tattoos

He was a country boy

Living in Mississippi, so long distance

His fiancé had called off their engagement and he was heartbroken

He was suicidal

Or so he said

The thing that I've come realize about him is that he's a master manipulator

He made me feel so bad for him and take on so much of his shit

And by the time we were done

I didn't recognize myself

He would tell me that he's sitting in a bar drinking and got drunk

Hoping that on the way home he'd crash

And that, that would be his demise

But silly me would fall for it every time, because he was never gonna do that

He was controlling me from miles away

And I never noticed

We argued, but I thought that was normal for adult couples

He would make me feel bad about not talking to him on the phone

And that would be what split us up

Well that and him talking to another girl

The Argument of all arguments!

He called me a bitch

Said things to me that made me question myself

My sanity

And then just left

I didn't realize until last year that I was taking on all of this man's baggage

All of his bullshit

And when I looked at a picture of myself from the day after we ended shit in early 2017

To May 2018

I was so small

I had skipped so many meals and so much sleep

Just to be there for him

Looking at myself then I almost broke down

I was so disappointed in myself

To lose myself in someone like that

Never again

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If you guys wanted to know how the pictures looked I'll leave them here

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APRIL 2017

APRIL 2017

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JUNE 2018

A lot of you guys might not see the difference but I do and everytime I look at those pictures it breaks my heart.

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