Finally gasping to it's bitter end...
And of course I meant my marriage. It was done. I couldn't stand him going off with any other woman who would part her legs. Cheating every night he could, my husband was far from perfect. Still, a mix of loyalty and a traumatic past kept me with him for far too long. Hell, it was sad but he reminded me of a child. The one thing I couldn't have.
So I went off. Encountered bitter abusers and psychopaths who hurt me far more than they could ever know. I was off on my own with an old love waiting for me in the dais. But who truly knew what was best for me once the dust settled? It wasn't me, I could tell you that much. But it wasn't the men in my life either.
Once a cheater, always a cheater. And a bird's gotta fly free.
I suppose I'll stick to clichés to fix my life. I never have bulletproof plans otherwise.