2020-12-14 - 12:27 a.m.
My whole relationship has been based on lies.
18 years of lies
Not by me, mind you.
Horrible, horrible lies.
The kind that ruin lives.
I know, in the back of my head,
Or I knew all along, maybe,
That they were there.
Call it intuition, I always listen,
And although maybe I should have listened sooner.
I didn't give my whole life up to calamity.
Because I know with a certainty,
Had I totally ignored it,
I would have been a ship,
beached on the rocks of my own ruin.
How long? How long?
Until enough is enough,
and I don't care about her anymore.
And I'll never know why,
Because every word is a lie,
presented to protect her vision.