My heart, my soul, my mind, everything about me belonged to you.
My days, my thoughts, my time, my tears, my fears, my hopes, my dreams, my future, I put it all in your hands.
Little did I know, I was just a pawn in your game.
I wasn't someone you took serious.
And if I was, I didn't mean anything to you.
I was easily replaced, with trash.
Not even anything flattering but blatant sewage.
It feels like I put hours and hours, and years and years and years of work into building a house.
Storms would come, and destroy it...but I would continue to keep building even after the damage.
I didn't want to stop until it was done.
Because that was my home, that I put my own blood, sweat, and tears into.
Only for it to literally be given to someone else.
And now I have to sit here, and watch someone else enjoy the home that I built.
And I am pinned with tape around my mouth, watching in agony as everything I endured and worked so hard for was taken from me overnight.
Literally overnight the life that I knew was ripped from me.
The floor beneath my feet collapsed, and I went down with it.
I am in the process of rebuilding my new home.
By myself.
It gets lonely, and that's why I'm here right now.
The last tie that Andrew and I have together is forcibly (out of my control) being removed.
That last thing that both of our names are attached to in which we've had to deal with one another...his car.
He totaled it, so it's going away.
We're getting a check and he is getting off my insurance.
And that is going to be the last of him and I.
Other than us finally getting divorced.
The original plan was for him to adopt my daughters, but his girlfriend convinced him otherwise.
I brought it up to him and he changed his mind again.
Although whenever he gets mad, he takes it back.
And uses adopting them against me, like it's a damn game.
So a big part of my just wants to divorce him and not even bother with the adoption.
I don't trust him.
I don't know entirely what to do.
