I Won'T Go Back

Though I now live the life I’ve always wanted, sometimes by hurtful memories I’m haunted. Some images of you are harsh reminders of how I worshiped you, while wearing blinders. I wept through your emotional abuses. As they increased, I made my lame excuses: “He works so hard; his job is really trying! He’s always sorry when he sees me crying.” As time wore on, I feared I would awaken, alone; this gnawing anguish left me shaken. I couldn’t fathom ever being able to leave. I see now I had grown unstable. I started praying fervently, believing that someday I’d escape; I’d cease my cleaving and shed not one more tear. I am truly grateful I had the strength to leave a man so hateful. When I moved out, you thought I’d be returning. You begged for months, insisting you were “yearning to prove my love”! I’ve been firm in repeating “I won't come back,” confirming your unseating!