{"id":45,"date":"2015-03-31T15:46:49","date_gmt":"2015-03-31T15:46:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/?p=45"},"modified":"2015-03-31T15:46:49","modified_gmt":"2015-03-31T15:46:49","slug":"tormented","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/?p=45","title":{"rendered":"Tormented"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Words can&#8217;t describe the endless thoughts I have about you, about us, about the good times, the bad times and all the stuff in between. I go over it in my head to the point I&#8217;m making myself crazy. I want nothing more than to tell you lets forget about the past and move forward and then I am reminded how you played the victim and acted as if I was acting in a deviant manner when all the while you were. This is the one fact that keeps me from coming back to you. What I don&#8217;t understand is why? If only I could stop asking that question. At the end of the day does it even matter why? The reality is I was honest and I was forthcoming regardless if I thought it would hurt you. You chose to lie to me, to yourself, to everyone you know. I can&#8217;t make you honest. I can&#8217;t wish your faults away. It&#8217;s because you refuse to be honest with me that I can never feel safe to move forward with you. It&#8217;s with this knowledge I can only be true to myself and know that I could never trust you.<\/p>\n<p>So I hear I sit feeling stuck. Caught in this tormenting &#8220;in-between&#8221; of so desperately wanting you and knowing it can never be. The details seem so irrelevant because the obsessing in my mind always ends with &#8220;but I love him&#8221;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Words can&rsquo;t describe the endless thoughts I have about you, about us, about the good times, the bad times and all the stuff in between. I go over it in my head to the point I&rsquo;m making myself crazy. I want nothing more than to tell you lets forget about the past and move forward [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-45","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=45"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":46,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions\/46"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=45"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=45"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=45"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}