I HATE HIM

I have been through every emotion with that man. I loved him. He was my rock. We were best friends .We talked about everything. He lied he manipulated. He verbally stabbed me. He cut my heart, he cut my soul. He was sweet he was considerate. He was uncaring. He shrugged it off. He said I complain too much. I tried. He complained about everything. He pointed out everything that was wrong with everything and everybody. He was miserable and it was my fault for not making him happy. I tried. He was leaving. I was numb. I left. I was happy. He missed me he needed me he wanted only me. He lied he manipulated he cried. He lied. I took him back. I was happy. He punished me. He was sorry. He pushed me away. I cried. He lied he manipulated. He stayed out one night. Two. Threee. Every. Midnight. 12:30. 2AM. 11:45. 4 AM. He was sorry. He lied. I tried. I tried. I told him to go. I told him I was numb. He left. He begged, he explained, he needed me, he needed us. He promised. He came back. 2:20AM.4AM. I am numb. I said go. I will not compete with bars and whores. I HATE HIM. Rage . Depression. Rage. I HATE HIM. Yes, he is capable of moments, bait on a hook to trap and ensnare. But the barb shines through the bait. I HATE HIM.