No Good For Me

 

I had promised myself that I would stop talking to him. I had also promised my friends. I knew he wasn’t good for me but I was addicted. And like an addict I kept going back for more, time after time subjecting myself to the pain in which I had in some sick way translated into love.

“Hel-lo”, I answered my phone and rolled over to see that it was Jen. Her voice sounded irritated on the other end, “Where the hell where you last night”? We couldn’t reach you, I called you like a million times. You better not have been with him!

 

 I had been lying about my where bouts to my friends for last couple of days. I knew that I hurting myself and letting them down as well.

After Eric and I broke up and I came crying to my friends for the umpteenth time and told them about how he’d been treating me they made me promise that this would be the end of this tumultuous and draining relationship. I agreed. At the time I was fed up with him but now Eric had seemed like he had changed and I had found myself reconsidering. We had talked and he said that he wasn’t going to cheat or play on me anymore, that he loved me so much. I fell for it, hard. It had been so hard being lonely. Now my lies were catching up to me and the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt my friends. They had there for me. Period. But there was just something about Eric. He had hurt me so much, made my heart feel like it was bleeding on the inside but yet I kept coming back for more. Maybe I’m addicted to pain. Maybe I’ve become numb. I had to really sort this unhealthy situation out. It wasn’t good for me and I knew it.

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[Jenn]

hmm reminds me of me .