The summer was a hot one
Truth is, she didn’t ask me to do any those things. I offered my home, my love, and my energy to be there for her. When you’re building with someone you end up sharing with each other anyway. We continued to argue. Because I believed she was cheating on me by having sex with these guys she was riding around with. It was hard for me to believe that a man would just give you money for riding around in a car. And if they were giving her money now, what did they want from her later, and every toxic thought came back to sex.
Where as her argument was she wasn’t doing anything wrong, and that she wasn’t asking for money. When I stated “so you’re telling me that you’re just riding around, and in return they give you money for nothing in return. You don’t think they want anything?” Her response was yes, that is what I’m telling you and I’m okay with that. She mentioned how she wanted to get closer to her goals but school wasn’t going to be it. She needed money, wanted money, and was getting it everyday her way.
I couldn’t see and understand her points because of my own trauma, but I was no where in a space where I was able to identify that. We never got any better, it only went downhill from that day. First there was the distance we put in between us, then the communication started to diminish, until ultimately she stopped responding. A text came through one day, in it was her explaining that she was going to go her way.
The summer was a hot one, what felt like a long one. It was during this time a story was built, shared between two, but…she no longer has to worry, because the sun no longer sets on you.
Love isn’t Lost, I know exactly where I put it at