Betrayed February 22, 2010Posted by dreamom in Uncategorized.
I haven’t always been where I am, but I thought that you were with me, but you aren’t. You fight me every step. You don’t listen, don’t trust, don’t believe. I gave you one of my most precious gifts, and you gave him away. I couldn’t hear, see, respond. You amputated him, and he DID need me, but couldn’t tell a stranger.
I would like to say that I will never trust you again, but where does that put us? They say you are perfect – who am I to argue?