Meet one of them

The sadness comes when I realize I am not the priority. I never was and never will be. It is hard when you come to the realization you are not wanted. That you are merely an accessory to an already complicated life.

Why is it so hard to accept? Isn’t that how it always is? Why do I believe it will be different next time?

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”

Welcome to the darkness…