How could have been so oblivious? How did I not notice anything? After all I’ve been with you since I was 13, I’m 26 now.

It wasn’t till our 12th year of being together, when you finally confessed to me about your trauma. You told me you have never told anyone what happened to you. I had my suspicions a few months before you actually confessed to me. My instincts just kinda knew.

I was speechless. I really didn’t know what to say to you. But then I felt like it was only fair of me to confess my trauma to you.

Only difference is that I was over my trauma. You were just starting your healing journey. Little did I know this was truly only the start.

It seemed like your drinking starting to pick up. You started to change on me. But my love for you stayed the same. It always would.

I became your punching bag. And In way I was ok with it. Because I know what you went through. I know the true you. The sweet you, the caring you. The gentle side of you. The you I only get to see.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to help you. All I know is that you needed someone. I was your someone. I am your someone.

I wish you would have told long ago. Maybe, maybe I could have done something sooner. But I was still there for you. I just didn’t know it.

I was your escape form all the bad. Being with me made you forget everything. For just a short while you forgot that you hated yourself because you loved me so much and holding me in your arms left safe.

For the first time in your life you finally left like you belonged somewhere. And it was me. I know this because it’s exactly what I felt with you. You were my escape from all the chaos that was going on in my young life.

It’s not fair you had a shitty childhood. Your damaged and now I’m paying for it. I love you so fucking much. It goes deeper then my heart. I can feel it down to my bones.

I hate him so much. I hate what happened to you. I hate that you didn’t get the help you needed and deserved.