Letting go is not easy.

When you bare your soul to someone you love, but their response is less than empathetic,  more angered and intensely rude at times you just stop talking to them.  I speak my truth about my first husband  because  he was mentally abusive.  Occasionally he would do things to hurt me, but mostly it was gaslighted and manipulation. He loved the game, control and other women.  

I feel I am living that game once again with someoneI thought had my back.  I guess not...

My second husband  taught me what real love was, ❤️ I can't help but compare both men.

It's hurtful 💔 😢 to have to keep my mouth shut and pretend all is well.  Grief is hard, but much harder when you feel you are not wanted or appreciated  by those I have helped but nor they barely tolerate me.