How can she be so lovely to me after the upset she caused. I fake the happiness but she made me feel so rubbish. So much so that my legs now bare the pain she caused etched into my skin raw and bloody. I wish she could see them but I hide it secretly dying inside every time they rub against my clothes. She won’t ever know the pain she caused me. I won’t show her. I will keep a diary of anything else she does to make me feel bad. And the stress from it all just between a few. I won’t cry tears over her anymore. Keep strong and keep my head up. For I know I’m doing ok.