I haven’t seen a single saint in lifetime including me!

I have loved, lost, grieved and swayed and tried to get back the control of my life. I have been used, have used and tried recovering all the damage that has happened to me in past.

I wouldn’t really expect anyone to understand the pain that comes from being me and wouldn’t be able to describe exactly how I feel but one thing that keeps pounding in my mind is…

” Is lifetime remorse going to fill up for those fosses created by my actions in past?”

I wonder many problems are attracted from not knowing where your emotions are leading you and rest of them by adversities.

I might not be able to put the exactly story here because I thing it is now overshadowing my being, existence and chaining my feet at every step.

I have no one with me because if there was someone he would have stood by me not having to tell me that I committed mistakes but to make me feel comfortable and accompanied. That is what matters? What is love when it is done in those corridors of the houses in the world whose door never open to the one being admired? I have to accept that I am alone with myself, me and no one.

The person who claims to have me loved sits their crying over the past ignoring whatever happens to me. Love is…a comfortable, selfless silence that say…no matter what I am glad that we’re together and I am yours, feeling bad and remorsing would not help any of us but walking slowing towards our goals will.

And he never said it…he left me, confused and miserable probably caring about the world and values. What values…I could never understand and they’re the most destructive for me because they tore my world apart, shattered my dreams and part our ways. No value is bigger than Love!

I am deep in shit, How do I live. I have given up everyone, I am lonely and desperate but can't really talk to anyone or see anyone, as I start crying in the middle of the road, I feel very sad!!!!

When my husband makes sad face, I go weak in Knees, I dunno, I go and stay with him. Have written off the other guy completely from my life and now, am all alone, waiting for my husband to call, he calls very less. Why wouldn't he take me back if he loves me so much or is it all fake?

Men seem to be so mysterious at times, why do the ones we love the most make us feel so bad. I am alone, weak and nothing without him. God, I can't live!

I understand coolier that it is actually very exhaustive but, so is my saga

My husband doesn't care about anything but th ex cares if I am alive or dead, he helped me financially too at the time I was almost takin g a woman refuge and then I took a job! My husband must know all this by his hacking tactics but still asks me, I was very weak n totally shattered but ex's help saved me from becoming a refugee

It sounds cheap but its a bigger help to be forgotten :| in times like this

Gimme some views people, my post is long but I am desperate and devastated at this point!

I don't talk to my family and feel embarrassed in front of everyone. They feel sorry for me and it makes me feel like hell Rita I am 28-29 yrs ols

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