What are you afraid of?

I’m afraid of public speaking. I’m afraid of confrontation. I’m afraid to tell someone bad news… I’m afraid to tell someone I’m unhappy.

In the beginning I told him when he was being an idiot. Then slowly, I stopped fighting. That fucker wore me down, and took the fight right out of me. Instead of fighting and losing every time, I just stopped fighting.

I wish I had kept fighting.

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