I've had some crushes, and when I actually found my fiance, I was in pure shock, because I thought, for the first time, that I had found something good. After three years, the little prick takes advantage of my emotions and stabs me in the back. So I told him to take a hike, put all of his belongings in a bag, burned every bit of it, clothes, books, games, systems, every little thing of his that I could find, and whatever was left of the ashes, I threw in the street, and I told him to hit the damn road. He wasn't going to play that **** with me. I had his ass homeless but I didn't care. He hurt me.
And when he left was when the light disappeared inside my heart. So yes. My heart was broken. But no man is going to **** around with my mind. It's worth the heartbreak. There is no damn reason for anyone to stick around and be abused.