Ironically, this is a true story and was in my very thoughts tonight. I reminisce memories fading with the passing months, slowly oozing out of a worn out and burned out brain with its leftovers of a Stockholm syndrome abusive relationship, continuing to self heal.

It is a piece in the future to a book I plan to write…I need to get it out after three years searching for a place to temporarily place this.

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It was YOU. Within one Saturday morning you tore my heart out, confused my senses, and chased me out of a life I grew accustomed to. Comfortable with friends and a culture I adapted in.

You forced me to leave a relationship others looking in saw as my escape to freedom. Even God’s perspective challenged my own reality.

I believed with all my heart you loved me. It didn’t take much for me to declare my intense and fierce love for you. One sided love that wreaked of Stockholm syndrome to the outside world, yet inside felt safe and endless.

Threatened to leave our brand new house together, your desire to apathetically erase me from your life, you tell me to gather up what I have and find a new life. Unwillingly, I gather what I can and search for a new place to call home, hoping and praying our many years of love would eventually bring you back to your senses and me back to our nest.

For months I pray and wish and hope. Then I find you one day with a new lover. A new victim, grooming and promising her the same life. I bet she knows very little of your former lover. The one you left behind….