Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

Dean6805 says,

I realized I was saner than they were.

MO_Thoughts2 says,

he raised his hand.

marymc says,

I realized he didn't want a wife, he wanted a mommy.

Wench says,

I found someone who really cared about me and realized that he never had.

Wench says,

Different when, but - when he told me he'd tried to hang himself because I'd been in New York and stayed with someone else.

ba_miracle says,

Wench, that person may have cared for you in whatever limited capacity was possible and available to him. Thank goodness you found someone more skilled and capable.


I “thought” I couldn’t go back after turning him in to the police. I knew I couldn’t go back upon realizing the truth of what he had done and then how he had lied to me.


This week, right now, I feel like I can’t get back home to California. When I moved out here it was on some type of “auto pilot”. Frankly this week I’m concerned about my lack of determination but I’m just going to ride out this feeling of incapable/incompetence and let it pass so I can get about the business of going back to “the people I belong to” ;-)

Wench says,

I think you're doing the right thing. I hope it works out for you. He did care, but it wasn't a healthy caring. He said I made him feel something he hadn't since his wife left him, eight years earlier. I was nineteen. He was thirty-seven. He wanted to get me knocked up so I'd have to marry him. I know he cared, he probably would have died happy if I'd stayed, but it wasn't a good place for me to be. The place I stayed that night instead of his apartment wasn't a good place either, and he was 45. I've slept on too many of the wrong couches. I'm still amazed that I ever ended up where I am now - I don't take it for granted.

Level1 says,

It just wasn't there any more.