I Gave Up The Love Of My Life To Stay With My Boyfriend

And I’ve Come To Live With That

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I sought to remedy any discrepancy in his character, as though I was his mother — I crippled myself by becoming both savior and martyr.

I justified the relationship with his age; he was almost ten years older. He came from “good stock” and we shared the same religion; he was conservative enough, he was kind. But I found myself forced to accept him as my future spouse in more ways than one. I didn’t love him the way I should. I couldn’t love him the way he deserved to be loved.

I write of love and life // AzraPope@gmail.com

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