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Why Do You Write?
No, really. There has to be a purpose
When I first started writing 1.5 years ago, I was pissed as all hell! Well, it wasn’t pissed as much as I was hurt. I knew what I was dealing with three months into my relationship, but I stuck around for another four years so she could keep showing me over and over again who she actually was! The love of my life ended up being a lying, cheating asshole.
She did her job. It’s loud and clear exactly who she is. I know she is disordered to some degree; there is no other explanation for her behavior. Every time I talk to her, she deadens my spirit. My writing struggles and everything else in my life does too. She’s abusive, and I am working on figuring out why I feel I deserve to be treated like she treated me. It’s always about her, and if it’s about her, it’s all delusion. She never wants to hear about my milestones with my writing. She despises my writing and the little success I have had!
I started on Quora in late 2020. When I first started there, I asked many questions trying to figure out what was wrong with me, or her for that matter. But then I finally answered a question, and then I answered some more. Then I noticed that the more I answered, the more people related to my writings.
I also had a bit of ego involved because my ex always told me I didn’t have the…
