Enough Is Just A Word

Yeah.. I kept saying the word "enough" over and over again. But it's just a word in the dictionary because I didn't take any action. Today, he hits me again. He punched me on my stomach. Twice. And I kicked him on his stomach. I was so stupid that I cried out loud. I know.. I shouldn't cry. But it hurts. To accept the fact that between us is going to an end.

I felt empty. I mourn. But it was for the memories we had. It was wonderful. I had a really great time with him. Not. Yeah.. He made me happy but he made me suffer. He had an affair before and I have to watch them for 6 months. For that period I have to pretend that I'm just his friend. How awful is that? After he 'ended' it with that bitch, he still contact her behind my back. And when I found out, he begged me and even kneel down. I was so stupid to forgive him. That was my greatest regret.

You know, I just told my friend that I was scared to suffer alone at home because I'm on semester break. And I don't have car to go out and have fun. Suddenly the workshop called and told me that I can take my car tomorrow! Wow. A sign? Or something to help me from suffering alone? I can chill with my friends. They are all on sem break.

I'm so in love with this book. It helps me a lot eventhough I haven't broke up with him yet.