Voices like to say things and then say “that’s the opposite” but for me, it might as well be the truth.
This is one tactic they have to get me wrapped up in their warped world.
Just now they said “[your name] doesn’t care about me, I already hate/ate the shit of [your husbands name] I will stay here”
Then quickly a voice says, “that’s the opposite.”
So I’m made to believe what, exactly? That although you love your husband you are constantly thinking of me and will leave him? When? Soon? 10 years from now?
It’s this confusing rhetoric that drives me to write. I can’t really function if I’m constantly trying to determine what’s real and what isn’t. What the future holds or if I’m holding on too tightly to my past.
I don’t try to debate or decipher it, mostly, I’m just writing to dispose of it, and go about my day.