Sometimes You Have to Run

Sometimes you have to run…
I don’t know the exact reason he had decided to flee "us"again, but I knew this time was the last…
What made it different?
The feeling of emptiness in my heart…
the hole left with a gaping mouth in the pit of my soul…
Perhaps it was his fear of losing control…
Having a controlling mother will do that to a man…
Know a man’s relationship with his mother, and you will find his relationship
with you…
The hate or love for his mother…
Will equate love and hate for you…
If you are like his mother,
He will resent you.
If you are opposite of her,
He will fear loving you.
A total contradiction, but true nevertheless…
I don’t know how he found me…
I don’t know why he sought me…
I will never understand why he left me…
Granted,
he left me before all this hell even started…

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