realization

And in that moment, after the dust had settled, and the silence dripped with regret of the words said. I realised... they were not made that I loved him...

They were made because he kept breaking me, and they had to constantly pick up the pieces that ripped through their flesh. They were mad because he hurt me and they cared to much to see me in the amount of pain that almost left lead me to my emotional grave.

and that was when I knew I could never blame them, for I would have done the same...