For over a decade I loved. I gave love freely – no conditions.
Suddenly I find that the same person who said they loved me a month ago wishes I would disappear.
It is the oddest feeling to know that someone would rather you not be alive than be alive.
Was I ever loved?
Was I ever significant?
Now I am an obstacle that is in the way. An obstacle that can’t be controlled. Something and someone who is taking up space and getting in the way.
It is the oddest feeling and well, it is just an odd feeling.
I am not going anywhere.
I am HERE!!
I contribute to this world and I am not just taking up space.
Being wished dead or that I would disappear is very odd… I would almost rather than I was treated with indifference over this desire that I just didn’t exist.