There we stood…at the same spot that it all started 5 months ago. He stared into my eyes and tried to convince me that he was sorry for what he had done. How could I forgive him I had been in love with him for so long and he just….used me.

“Baby…”
“Don’t call me that anymore….”
“Fine, Breanna, I’m sorry but you have to understand she doesn’t mean to me what you do.”
“You know,David, you always were a jackass, that is nothing but a lie that you probably spent 3 hours practicing in front of the mirror and the sad thing is you know you hurt me and i thought you cared,”
“Please, you have to believe me, I….I was drunk.”
“Well, that still makes it your fault now doesn’t it.”

That was it I’d had enough, I stormed into my truck and drove away leaving David , the brokeass he was, stranded without a car about 20 miles from home.