H A I L E Y
I walked out of my bedroom, feeling all levels of emotional and mental breakdown.
He was right. He was damn right. It was everything he had said, and more. The guilt, the shame, the remorse, and the fear.
It was all there.
And I was so confused, so lost, that I couldn't think straight. All I could feel was the pain, and the tears kept streaming down my face. I didn't know if I was crying from the embarrassment of sleeping with my ex husband who I had sworn I hated with my very being, or the shame of not being able to stop myself. Or was I crying from the pain of the truth, the pain of knowing that no matter how much I fought it, and how much I hated him, there was no way I could stop myself from loving him.
The love was there.
It was real.
It was there, and it would alwa
