Six Goddamn Years.

For six goddamn years, I've had to walk around, pretending to be strong, knowing in my heart, that all I want to do is fall down and cry.
For six goddamn years, I have had to pretend as though nothing is wrong, and everything is perfect, and I lived in this perfect happy family unit.
For six goddamn years, I've had to put up with constant disappointments and let downs.
For six goddamn years, I've watched you cheat on me, physically and emotionally, and just put up with it.  Countless women, even if it is just "a one day thing".
For six goddamn years, I've had to live with the burdens of my mistakes, because you keep reminding me of how I hurt the people I love the most.
For six goddamn years, I've lived with the reminder of the daily beating I endured for the first three years.
For six goddamn years, I have pretended I am happy.
For six goddamn years, I have held together this relationship, knowing in my heart, it's a one way street.
I loved you after the first time you hit me.
I loved you after the second.
I loved you after the last time.
I loved you when you smacked me with a frying pan.
I loved you when you broke my nose.
I loved you when you fucked Sharyce.
I loved you when you told another woman you had feelings for her.
I loved you after you phoned Quest...  Time and time and time again.
I loved you after you were more worried about your own safety than my health.
I loved you after finding out you took MY SON to go play with HER CHILDREN.
I loved you after you took your mistress and her family out for dinner.
I loved you up until the day I found out you were talking to her again.
And I still love you.
But I'm done trying.