He fights his brother, his mother, his dad. He fights his sister, his best friends his BM. But he won't fight me. Let me rephrase that, he won't fight for me. He won't fight for us. I never really asked for him to fight for me, but the unintentional act is what is driving me crazy. I guess it is more the fact that his final actions are confirming what I believed all along, he didn't care about me enough. (Ok, insert your favorite quote from the book, or the movie if you saw it).
Have you ever heard the saying, let it go and if it is meant to be, it will return to you? Let go and let God.
You know what, I just had a change of heart. Every last one of the ones I loved, has let me go easily...bull***, now I am pissed. At first I was reflecting...now I am mad..I am going to sleep.
Anything worth having is worth fighting for right?.......
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