Under my scars...


Under my scars, there is a woman wondering why. Why did you let him do this? Why did you stay? 
Don't you remember all the times he came home from the bar with a woman's number in his pocket? 
Don't you remember how many nights you laid awake in bed crying because he wasn't home yet and the bar closed 2hrs ago? 
Don't you remember the time you called him from a different phone and he told you he wasn't married?
Don't you remember the pornographic photos in his phone? 
Don't you remember your daughter running down to the bar to get him and telling you she had to pull some bitch off his lap? 
Don't you remember his friends telling you he was at a strip club? 
Don't you remember the text of him encouraging his married best friend to have an affair? 
Don't you remember the absence of comfort when you were hurting? 
Don't you remember him not showing up to important events to support you? 
Don't you remember the times he blamed you for his mistakes? 
Don't you remember all of the lies? 
Don't you remember being controlled, manipulated, belittled, laughed at? 
Don't you remember the silent treatments?

WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH ME? 

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