It’s terrifying. You know? To know that you hold all the cards that may wreck another family.
What’s scarier to me, though?
Is to live with the pain and the hurt of destroying someone else’s life. Maybe, there are good reasons. But, most likely, those reasons are selfish.
And, I know, I’ve spent so many years waiting for someone that lied to me. That’s ok.
But, don’t call it a “Fatal attraction.”
I’ve not gone to his home. I’ve not taken his son; I’ve not told his wife.
Love is a strange thing especially for those that don’t understand it. Love means wishing for the best for someone; stepping aside for them; wanting them to be happy.
But, I can’t deny being very tired of denying my own happiness to allow someone else’s.