5. WIPED OUT

You let your guard down and you get stabbed hard, in the heart.

I don’t know how or when I fell asleep but when I stirred awake I was alone, the other side of the bed cold as if I had imagined the whole night in my head but I had not because I was not in my room and I was sore all over.

Flashes from the night before came and left me burning yet again.

Where was he? Well, that was not how I imagined my morning after. I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth. What had I been thinking? That we would wake up and cuddle, do some pillow talk and just melt away like a normal couple. I hated myself because I felt such gut wrecking pain in the realization of the life waiting for me. It would be as cold as his side of the bed. My hands quickly moved, pulling the sheets to cover my body.

One of the rules I taught my warriors was to never let a man make you feel less, feel ashamed of yourself and that was how I felt as I sat there. I felt used and discarded. I was not used to this, I did not k