My Life In PretenceI don't like talking about it. For the most part of my life, I pretended it was all a dream, a nightmare, something so hazy that it fades in the background and pretend it didn't happen to me.
But I couldn't carry on pretending any longer. Not when I try to have a serious relationship with a man. I can't trust any one. specially men. No matter how wonderful, sweet, kind or how much of a saint they are. My husband is a wonderful guy and I want to trust him with all my heart but it's so hard...
I can't help but believe men are all perverts. I even thought of giving up trying and becoming a prostitute once..if you can't beat it, join it right?...But here I am trying to live a normal life and I hate the ugly darkness in my heart. So much of confusion and I can't relate to a guy, its scary to imagine what goes in their minds..I am sorry if this sounds offensive to anyone out there, I don't mean it like that.
Its sometimes...so scary. So lonely. So dark..and so frustrating.