The Third Day

I call this blog my dark trails. It is primarily about the things that have happened in my life that I consider dark. It is about the things I have done in response to that darkness. I know I am capable of writing about very titillating sexual stories. I have not written many of those lately because sex has not come from the dark side of me. Some of the stories I wrote did not come from that dark side, but they still happened during times of darkness in my life.

On that third day. I had reached the end of my ability to stand. I had been completely crushed and broken. She once said she did not take things lightly and that she really did care for me. But in the light of that day when I went from standing on my feet, to collapsed on the floor without any strength in my body, my mind, or even in my heart, I cannot believe she cared at all about me. For a month she dictated all of the terms of the relationship.

Thoroughly breaking her promise to not be controlling with me. She did not display anything that resembled caring about what I thought about what she was doing. She never once indicated she cared how I felt about what she was doing. There was only her being in control of all aspects of the relationship and sending me the message that I would either deal with it or pay dearly. It was only one of the promises that she broke though. There were others, and she broke those promises just as surely as the one mentioned here.

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