All the games that they play-That she will never win
Stay or Go?
You have a voice-It is up to you to use it
Being in love or being in a relationship has rules, just like a game has rules. It is not Romantic to constantly challenge, control or determine another person’s way of living. If you are one of these people living under another's control, you don’t have to play the games that they are playing with you. There is so much more happiness that you haven’t seen. Violence is not only violence when there is physical harm taking place. Emotional and Mental Manipulations and Abuse are just as, if not more damaging.
Love is always a two way street, and it should never hurt you or the ones that you are with. Don’t sit back and be another statistic-be a voice, which must be heard. This life is your only game-don’t let any one cheat you out of the joy playing it, can bring.
Don't stay thinking things will change-Walk away until they do.
Think hard about your life
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The games that they play...
She thinks to herself, as he opens the door, What kind of game will be play today?
The last time they played Truth or Dare, she dared him to tell the truth,
But she wasn’t able to hold her ground-for she got tangled up in the lies.
The last time they played Battleship, he sunk every ship she ever hoped to dream,
And he walked out of sight as she scrambled to pick up the pieces and pack them away.
Last time they played Sorry, she said she was sorry for every mistake either of them had ever made, she waited for him to say I’m sorry, but his I’m sorry was always followed with, it was your faults, your issues, your problems-that have always caused his bad behavior-and he demands another I’m sorry from her.
The last time they played Monopoly he advised her to spend all of her money on the things he wanted her to buy, when she landed on the Boardwalk-she was broke, and had looked at her property, and she realized nothing she owned was really what she wanted, and now she couldn’t afford her dreams.
The last time they played Twister, she couldn’t bend to reach where she needed to be, for his hands kept her under him, and she always lost her balance and fell. When she looked up, she saw him tower above her, laughing, every time she fell.
The last time they played Scrabble, none of the words she was able to make-mattered because he always won with the words that he made up and insisted were real.
The last time they played Domino’s; she watched as each piece she stood up was knocked down when he placed his in front of hers.
The last time they played Hide and Seek, no matter where she hid, he found her. She cant figure out, how he always finds her.
She wishes it was her turn or her time to win. But she’s too tired to fight; too tired to argue when he cheats, to tired to demand a rematch. She hates the game,
She hates the game called LIFE.
Love is always a two way street, and it should never hurt you or the ones that you are with. Don’t sit back and be another statistic-be a voice, which must be heard. This life is your only game-don’t let any one cheat you out of the joy playing it, can bring .
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