Almost no one cares.
They've all heard it before--about Morpheus.
The fact that it's still living hell for you is no concern of anyone else. IT should be over by now.
I rarely talked about him with my therapist for a reason. She never understood.
I'm locked in a battle that I'm not sure I'm going to win half the time. Morpheus roams around my brain freely. He says what he wants to say, conning me, toying with me, teasing me.
"Love you, Lace," he just said.
The real person is conveniently absent for reasons that I pointed out in the email sent, called "On Cheating."
"I was, and I am low on your list of priorities..." I wrote to him.
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