When I came to, my stomach lurched, and I was immediately sick.
I found out from her. “In that time, we’ve had a second child together.” That time. The 3 years we had lived together.
Fake Plastic Love.
She found me through my blog. My safe space. My creative outlet where I shared personal struggles and triumphs in the hope that someday, somewhere, someone would stumble upon it and realize s/he is not alone.
I felt violated. My trust violated. My empathy violated. My creative outlet violated.
The world started spinning.
Darkness, please come back…