I never thought it would happen this way. I never thought my girl would move out to be with drippy dick. To be with the person who mentally, emotionally, and physically abuses her. But she did. It happened today. She told us last night. I haven’t let it soak in yet. I took a sleeping pill last night, so my mind didn’t go berserk. Wrong way to handle it, I know. Ironic thing is, a few nights ago – I believe it was Sunday night into Monday – I had constant nightmares about my girl and drippy dick. I was fighting to keep her; he was fighting to take her from me. My nightmare came true. And I hate it. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I FUCKING HATE IT. How did this happen? How is this the life she wants? When she told us, I asked if she was sure. I told her I am scared for her mental and physical wellbeing. I told her she needs to do what is right for her. I told her I will always love her. My door will always be open, my light will always be on.
How do I...life? 