Blackness.

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…