Bye

I bid farewell to a part of me. It feels like a death… Typically I would say a part of me die when the love died. It doesn’t feel right to have any connection anymore. I need to spare some dignity after years of humiliation and I hate to start all over again every time.

This must stop.

It stopped, with dozens of unanswered questions… Secrets and lies and stories yet to be reveal. I stop asking, I don’t want to know anything. I do not have the courage to walk the path over and over again.

I do not want to lose my sanity.

Good bye.