That moment when you know it will never feel or be the same again. That moment you can actually feel your heart break. That moment when you look into cold dead eyes and realize everything wasn’t real. That moment you are thrown away and you actually realize it. Everyone else has seen it for months, perhaps years. Feeling sorry for you under their breath; you on the other hand chose to believe in something for the first time in your tortured life. Because the belief made you feel good. And in that final moment, when you felt the truth has been steadfastly ignored, it is worse than the unjust treatment and beatings you took as a child. This truth was not impulsive, like the aforementioned beatings, this was sadistic and predatory behavior and the premeditation of what the real truth is, is just about unbearable. You are dead. And he killed you, without a second thought. Without a gun to his head. Now, he gets to remain in his torturous ways and you get to get the needle and thread to repair the damage done. I’m sure we can all relate.