My rage fuels me

Welcome, my fallen angels, to yet another update from The Arcangel himself. (I spell it without the “h” because that would make me look officially evil.) Today I’m pissed. After months and months of separation and after the emotional roller-coaster ride he put me through, my ex wants to get back together again. He says that he wants to start things from scratch. That he wants to revive the same feelings of when we first started dating. Relationships don’t work that way! You can’t just start over and make it new again. Just like you can’t perfectly piece together a broken mirror as if destruction was never left behind in its wake. My ex is insane if he thinks that after he negated me from my responsibilities, isolated me from the ones I truly love, and led me astray from God Himself – that I would just go right back to that devil’s chaos. He’s paranoid, miserable, and condescending. Every word he says reminds me of all his red-flag flaws of his. I’m done with him for good. I cannot allow any leftover romantic feelings to make me crawl back to him ever again! This is a rare situation in my life where I must let my rage fuel me and prevent me from ever thinking that our murdered love can ever rise from the dead. Everything has been said and done. This is exhausting. I’m just trying to live my life the best I can but my ex is my downfall. He will be the death of me if I continue to pursue him the way I had in the past. He bums me out whenever he’s near me. He’s like a poison that forms callouses in my veins that dilute my bloodstream to terminal toxins. I forbid myself from sleeping with the devil ever again. He wants to meet me in person today for a date. I agreed but little does he know that I am going to take control of my life once more. He is going to tremble in the face of my rude awakening. Oh wow! This feels so good to vent! Wish me luck on concluding this nightmare once and for all! Have a wonderful day, my fallen angels! Over and out.

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4 comments

  1. eatpraylovemom · April 23, 2015

    I’ve been there. Finally got away and the craziest thing, the next guy I met pouches up the broken pieces, helped put them back together and now we’re married. When God closes one door, he opens another, or sometimes many. Sounds like this was definitely a door that needed closing. Stay strong and don’t let the devil back in, he has no place.place in your home, your life is yours, not his.

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  2. eatpraylovemom · April 23, 2015

    *picked not pouches 🙂

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  3. viscloset · June 1, 2015

    Oh gosh, well said. Well said. Totally diggin this.

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    • tpcsufian · June 1, 2015

      Thanks for your sudden interest in my blog 🙂

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