She never "remembered" all the little things i did. It was always, in her eyes, how "horrible" i was. I was never good enough. Everything i did was to "betray" her. Guess what? I've found the courage to let you go. I finally love myself enough.
He wasn't the person who hurt me most. But he shut me out, sent me away & then wondered why I wouldn't (couldn't) come back. And I'm over him. But not quite over the pain and frustration. The wounds are still there. but i have moved on :)