…he was a mind game player. He knew how to change and alter words to meet his needs. He knew what to say and what to listen for to use it to try to destroy my character and damage my reputation.
He wanted my life, the life he thought I had. I had to learn to laugh when nothing was funny, smile when my heart was bleeding and work through the night to ESCAPE.
…I just keep praying and asking God. I feel like the 2 year that keeps begging God for the candy in the store. I know that God has all my needs met, but I want what I want.
It isn’t him or any other man…I want me back. And this time, this moment, I believe that God is going to give me my desire.
DrGretchenTorbertPhD 