Lunatyc

If I hadn't needed another stay,
I would never have had
An ever changing diagnosis.
I could have written fiction, moved on
And lived a harmonious life.
If he had been a man of high principles
Like he claimed to be,
He would have saved face
And settled our split like a respectable human being.

Lunatyc

No one would believe me over him?
This won't be a case
Of his word against mine.
Who will stand up and defend him and
Say that he
Has never been violent in the past?

Lunatyc

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Lunatyc

I will no longer be posting on here

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Lunatyc

I will no longer be posting here
I will create an anonymous blog.
I don't need to initiate legal action
And go to the police and get a solicitor now,
When I have the capabilities
To write my own story, my own memoir, my way.
Then I will have a platform
To secure a reputable lawyer.
I have a stronger defence indefinitely.
The legal fee's to sue me, will cost him more,
Than the sum I will be liable to pay out.
It is still win, win for me. Lose, lose for him.
The tables will flip in my favour and
He risk's digging himself a deeper hole.
He will claim that he is fighting for his principles
Where he will really be lying to cover up his guilt.

Lunatyc

I am not looking forward
To him "blowing shot" in the courtroom,
If that is how he has decided to play this.
Coming home every night
And saying it was my
Fault that he had the life of a dog.
Setting out to bring me down,
And destroy my sense of worth.
Using me as an emotional punch bag
And as target practice.
Ultimately leaving me no
Option but to quit a good job
That I had worked hard to reach.
Knowing my family were not supportive.
Knowing that I would
Have to leave and start from scratch.
Knowing that I had given up
The best years of my life
And poured everything
Into that god forsaken house.
He was a monster. No I don't wish
To have to prove it in the public eye.
But he left me no other choice. Fight or give up.
Fighting to stay in this
Beautiful part of the planet
Has been worth it.

Lunatyc

I accept that with the life I have had,
I may alway's have mental scars.
I'm not mad about: if it isna broken dinna fix it.
I smile at his effrontery and audacity.
I should move on?
No burn him with all I got. There's more.
If I had phoned 999
That night he went over the line.
And the week we moved
Into that godforsaken house....
The only regret's I have in my whole life.

Lunatyc

I knew before rehab
That I wanted to write novels.
Afterward's it was not my only choice.
To me it was. I had chosen the creative path.
I could have moved and
Worked my way up a supermarket hierarchy.
Trained in a horticultural field.
I applied to study horticulture at college
A few year's back,
But there wasn't enough applicant's.
I could commute to a college
Further afield perhaps if I had transport.
Trust me, where I stay,
The weather is not forgiving.
I was crestfallen when the
Course wasn't going ahead locally.
When you grow up
With beaches, woodland's, mountains,
All on your door step,
Moving to the city would
Take a lot of getting used to.
Move to the city for a mediocre career
And a wider variety of bar's?
Doesn't sound like a dream come true.
To craft a novel that could
Stand the test of time. That is a dream.

Lunatyc

Stella Artois. There is method in the Magners.

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