Eptical

I lied. I told everyone that there was always a happily ever after. That good days were there... and that the bad would disappear. I made him into a saint, and bragged to everyone. The representation of ideal love, the definition of loyalty and dedication. I lied. I continued smiling when I thought we were breaking, and I complimented him to everyone still. Behind false laughter and smiles, where was the hope? I was in denial... that something wasn't right. I lied. Because the kicking of our son in my stomach gave me hope. It gave me back my love, for someone that betrayed me. Someone that decided to slowly kill me. I pretended I wasn't dyi