I was broken before I met Sebastian Pryor, but he decimated me.
I swept the ashes of myself into a pile that I kept safe for thirteen years.
Believe me it wasn’t pretty, oh but people thought we were perfect. I hate
myself most days. I hate that I feel for him as much as I loathe who I’ve
become with him. This story is hard to hear. You know what the worst part is?
You’ll see part of you in me. You’ll hate that. You won’t tell anyone.
My story is about cracks. A description or telling of how cracks
in a marriage, a life, a personality, a heart and a mind begin and continue for
years without anyone knowing. You don’t always see what causes the fissure, but
you feel it. Can you remember who you were before all of this started, before
your life became a jumble of deceit, longing and regret?
This book isn’t for anyone who needs a happily ever after.
This book isn’t for anyone who needs a fun time out from their
life.
This book isn’t for anyone, but me.
This is my story. I won’t apologize for it.
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