Good morning perceptionistsđź’™… so this morning was a little upsetting, waking up to a wave of emotions and a cold floor. From terrible nightmares, a merciless headache and beating eardrums.
Firstly though, before I get into it I just want to express gratitude, to my international viewers, I would like to say thank you soo very much for tuning in and joining me here. I really appreciate the support. To my home viewers, you remain the backbone of this blog and my biggest motivation to post every week.
Today I titled the blog Just Wednesday, maybe its cause I couldn’t find a rhyming word or I’m feeling under the weather, literally, I understand its beginning to be summer in other parts of the world, in USA and the like, which would be great right now here, a little bit of sun would be awesome.
So lately I’ve been contemplating on whether to write you my story or not. From the beginning of it all, 2 and a half years ago, it’s one of romance, love, pain, hurt, betrayal, more pain, and even more pain, but the one thing that’s stayed consistent was God, love, family and friends.
I’m a writer, I write to express what I feel, I write to educate but most importantly I write to let go. I tried a journal, it didnt work out, I tried a diary, I almost got in trouble with that, I think I got a little too honest there and I’ve tried psychological help but I take 10 steps back whenever I feel I’ve made progress.
It all started when I met this person I’m convinced could be the love of my life. He was strong, gorgeous but very dangerous (still is). He was streetwise and also very learned, a hustler at best, very abusive at worst (never laid a finger on me though). He was the sweetest, friendliest giant I’ve known, but could turn vicious and malicious at the speed of light… I met him at this work place looking all tall and handsome, he was such a meal, I could eat up right there and then.
We became friends, and gradually, we became closer than friends, I fell in love, he didn’t, it concerned me at first cause I always questioned myself, my worth but, let’s not get into that just yet. A couple of months later, he told me he loved me and that was the beginning of a tragic love story.
Lives were lost, souls were lost, spirits were broken and trust hung in the balance. Plots, revenge, burdens and pain unimaginable incurred….
Stay tuned for the continuation perceptionists, and as a lovely bonus I might post a poem later today that has nothing to do with this story time.
_Noms❤_
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