BuyerBeware wrote:
Dear Y'All,
For years, I got up again. I kept trying, kept suggesting, kept loving, kept believing, kept picking myself up.
And you kept kicking me back down. Criticizing, mocking, rejecting, insulting, undermining, kicking me back down. No matter what I tried to do, what I tried to believe in.
You finally got through to me. I get the message. I suck, I'm broken, I'm bad, I shouldn't bother trying. All my energy should be poured into smiling for you and complying for you and being what you want to see (but it still won't be good enough).
Now you want me to be the Old Me again. You want me to try, suggest, love, believe. You scream at me to pick myself up...
...and you still tell me, not that you were wrong or that you're sorry, but that it was my fault you said all those things, my fault that eventually you broke my spirit and left a shell sitting here, empty, with its entire self-worth dependent from moment to moment on your pleasure and acceptance.
f**k you. Not happening. The person that once lived here hardly stirs any more. When it does, it is very painful. Yes, I'm still in here, somewhere, less than a soul, less than a seed, battered and broken and dying an agonizingly slow death. Leave me alone. Let me die. Enjoy the shell that was constructed to please you. Because no, I'm not nursing myself back to life once again just so you can have the pleasure of killing me one more time.
All apologies,
The b***h
This last paragraph..I get it..