Debbie
The room was filled with a thick, dusty silence. I woke up at the same spot on the floor where I had collapsed the night before. My back was stiff, and my neck felt like it was made of rusted iron. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. The midday sun was streaming through the high windows, mockingly bright.
I looked at the window, my heart heavy. By now, it was almost afternoon.
Good God.
This man is so cruel.
How bad can someone be?
He was literally cheating everywhere, treating me like a piece of s**t. He didn’t and never wanted or appreciated me.
Yes, I did have a problem with it before. But not now. When I finally accepted my fate and moved on to the persons who did, he becomes a devil?
What exactly do people want?
Do they want to see you down and never get up?
He wanted m
