The Idea Of A 'soulmate' Kept Me With Him.

The idea of a 'soulmate' kept me with him.

"I was put here to love him. If not me, then who?"

Turns out, it's someone else's gig (Pixies, protect her), and I get to choose to love my partner, who's awesome, every day.

I love soulmates but also this-

I'd imagine he would deny doing anything to me at all.

Therapy has been really huge for me. I don't want to understate that.

But i have been reading fanfic a lot lately, some of it dark, some deranged, some dirty, some all 3. It has been so cathartic to find people who put on 'paper' the ugliest bits of myself.

There's people out there that are going scream something about promoting problematic shit, but fuck you. Sonething something Nuance. Something something fiction.

It's not for you. There's tags. Read em. Move on. Let us broken babies wallow in the filth.

Seriously, if you write fanfic, you could very well be pulling someone from a ledge. Love you.

I don't know exactly what the original post said before the angel teathattast (or a contemporary) fixed it, but I'm nauseous just thinking about it.

He was absolutely that guy.

*gag*

My car just died.

The first thing I did was call my partner. Without hesitation.

Do you know what it feels like to be able to do that?

This is roughly where I i started approx 7 years ago.

When I feel bad about regression, i try to look at the bigger picture.

A special kind of heartbreak - the one who hurt me for years began seeing someone else. It makes me feel so flawed that I’m not even suited to be a punching bag.