At My Worst

A vow to love someone for the rest of your life should be a dream come true, right?

I wish I could say that was true for me, but it is as far from the truth as you can get. I spent ten years of my life with a man that I thought loved me. I had to leave. I had no choice.

It was either stay and continue to hear the words that were breaking me, or leave and start over and try to pick up the shattered pieces that were once me. So I packed up what would fit inside my car and left in the middle of ...