Sarah Mullins
Bio
23 years old. Recently broken-hearted and trying to pick the pieces back up. I enjoy long walks downtown and talking to my neighbors. I read books and immerse myself in the story every single time. It takes me to a different world.
Stories (2/0)
Emotional Abuse is Hard to Catch
When we first met, he was so nice. I told him all of the heartache I had been through and he promised me he was different. He knew I had been cheated on in every single relationship I have ever been in. He knew the scars on my heart were still healing and he promised to help the progress. He promised me he would never, ever hurt me or cheat on me. Months passed and I fell head over heels. He was something out of a book. We never fought, we were in love. He wanted to be with me forever, he said.
By Sarah Mullins7 years ago in Humans
How Do I Pick Up the Pieces?
Memories are haunting. I wish I had a way to shut them off. Like a remote for the mind, if you will. Everything is reminding me of him and it's because we did everything together. I'm mourning and I can't stop. He promised me that I wouldn't be alone. That he would never hurt me. But here I am, alone and hurt. Hurt by the person who was never supposed to hurt me. The person who I loved with every single ounce of who I am. The person that held my heart. And when he left, he didn't let go of my heart. He still had it in his grip as I forced myself out of the door. I felt every tendon snap with every step I took. Then it was emptiness. Then there were tears. A constant flow that never stopped. From 8am to 4am the next day. Constant. And food is a foreign concept to me now. Every time I try to eat something, I take a few bites and feel sick. So my body is rejecting food. It's rejecting anything I put into it. Sleeping is also a foreign concept. I've slept a total of 6 hours in 3 days. If that. Every time I try and sleep, my chest feels heavy and I can't help but think about how he should be next to me, holding me, like he did every single night for 5 months. How do you go from sleeping beside someone every single night for 5 months, to sleeping alone on a couch? And let's not forget Reyna. God, do I miss that dog. And I miss him. I wish I didn't miss him. I wish I could erase him from my memory, if only for a day.
By Sarah Mullins7 years ago in Humans
