Here’s Where the Story Ends

…for now.  I just can’t continue to write about James, domestic violence, narcissist abuse, sociopathic behavior, coercive control, any of it.  It hurts too much and I am nowhere close to being through the pain or making sense of what happened to me.

In the meantime, I am thankful beyond measure for my small posse of family and friends who love me fiercely.  I promise I’ll come back to you.  I just wish I knew when.

endoftheroead

People I know places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They’re on the inside

Here’s where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside

Here’s where the story ends
Oh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It’s the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise surprise surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside

Oh here’s where the story ends
Oh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
& who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It’s that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here’s where the story ends
Oh here’s where the story ends

– The Sundays

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