Confessions 4

As i lay battered, bruised, ashamed and unable to come to my senses of what just took place clearly i had to tell myself that he said he loved me. Those 3 words echoed in my brain for the longest as i laid there in much anguish, i had to ignore it and fight back because i would not let him defeat me i would not let him continue to say i was his bitch and that i would never amout to shit. I knew better i knew that i had a stronger self-esteem than that, i knew i would be victorious and i would be freed of him. Why would he do this to me if he said he loved me and i loved him? i didnt do anything to deserve this, i did everything he asked of me and this is what i get in returned. Damn love is a bitch that is what they say and they say it makes you do so weird things. But i have now found that inner being in me to move on and fight back and fight back i will. This isnt the diary of a mad black woman, this is the diary of a mad black gay man. I AM COMING FOR REVENGE AND IT WONT BE PRETTY!


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