I never thought I would find myself in this position, trapped in a web of secrets and lies with the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally. It all started so innocently, with sweet gestures and promises of forever. But as time passed, the cracks began to show.
Every night, when we're alone together in our little apartment, I can feel his eyes on me - watching my every move. The possessiveness that once seemed charming now feels suffocating. He wants to know where I am at all times, who I'm talking to, what I'm doing. It's like he's trying to control every aspect of my life.
But it goes beyond just wanting to keep tabs on me. There are moments when his anger flares up out of nowhere, over the smallest things. A missed call from a friend or a late night at work sends him into a rage that is both terrifying and heartbreaking.
And then there are the lies - oh god, the lies! They come so easily to him now; he spins elaborate tales without batting an eye. Sometimes they're small white lies meant to protect himself or spare my feelings. Other times...other times they're darker and more sinister.
I try not to dwell on those moments too much; it only leads down a path of despair and self-doubt that I can't afford right now. But deep down inside me somewhere is still hope – hope that maybe one day things will change for us. Hope is dangerous though because sometimes hope keeps you tied up longer than you should be. He says he loves me but sometimes love isn’t enough if trust has been broken many times before…
So here we are behind closed doors – two people bound by secrets and lies, trying desperately to hold onto something that may have slipped through our fingers long ago…