Home Again

I am back at my parents house. Only until Friday though. I have moved out for a few days. I had enough of being treated like that and so I left. I didn’t even say goodbye. I wrote him a letter and left. It took me seven attempts to get it right. I didn’t know how to sign off. I was unable to think of anything fitting and I was an emotional wreck.

I packed my things and left first thing in the morning. I was still half asleep driving over to my parents but I had to get out of there. He was in HER house, he left me the night before bawling my eyes out and so I didn’t want to see him again. When we talk we end up crying and hugging and then end up clinging to our friendship as if life itself will end. I had to go without seeing him. I left the note on his bed. It killed me to walk out the door.

I had to go back this evening to get some stuff I left behind. His light was on and I peered inside, tissues on the bed so I knew he had been crying. It nearly killed me inside, to know I had upset him. He has hurt me so much but I find it so hard to know that I am upsetting someone. Right now my heart is aching and just like the letter, I don’t know how to finish this post.

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