Broken

She has a past we’ve now labeled all of that as baggage. She was honest with you and let you know everything so there wouldn’t be no surprises. She thought she could trust you and put your arms around her and let her know she’s human and we all make mistakes. Instead he used all of it against her and made her feel she was to blame for everything. He hated knowing and wish she never said anything. What could be so bad that he wishes that he didn’t know. That she cheated on her ex that it was a decision she made and that she regretted. That she made a mistake and had learned from that. That she can’t be perfect. Her baggage’s all that she had been through and one stupid mistake was too much for him to bear. He now has let all of this define who she is and has now labeled her as a cheater. That she didn’t learn anything and isn’t to be trusted.

She can’t be perfect she is bound to make mistakes along the way. She is still a good person so why does this define her. Why can’t you get to know her, love her, and proudly take her baggage’s and say I’m glad your mine. He has broken her spirit and shattered her heart for all the times he accuses her of cheating on him, for saying we will marry and changes his mind for lousy excuses. The name calling, the disrespect, making her feel that her worth is that of dirt. What is so wrong with her to be subjected to all of this?

She listened to his past and never once punished him for that, never once made him feel that he was at fault. She accepted that and was ready to get to know him. She was too much for him because he couldn’t accept her the way she was, he couldn’t let her past be her past, he couldn’t show affection, he couldn’t love her. She just wanted to love him, to grow old with him and to live a happy life instead she’s broken and feels as she’s been living in hell. Sometimes we can’t allow ourselves to set aside things that don’t matter to really focus on what does matter. If there was true love then she would matter, the desire to make it all work would be there. You treated her poorly and let her slip through your fingers. Maybe it was never meant to be and only a lesson to help us grow as individuals to prepare for what lies ahead.