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The love you read about in books and see in movies isn't real. it's a fantasy.... nice to believe in but not real. I use to believe in love but not anymore. The fighting and the threats are to much for me. People change and the "love" dies. the pain is real but just like love, it faded's with time and then you look back and you don't remember why you loved that person in the first place. You really only remember the bad times, maybe some good but the bad usually wins. I can't even remember the good times anymore. But what was I thinking, I can't even take care of myself let alone someone else. So now i'm trapped in a marriage of hate and evil, hurtful words trying to remember how happy we use to be. But what was is gone and never coming back. And the pain is the only thing that fells real anymore. What am i still doing here. jessi