more to their story. the story of the way she was made to live.
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She Loved Too Deeply — Part Two”
He had always loved her.
And she had always loved him.
But life—her mother’s fears, timing, circumstance—kept them apart.
When she was free, he was not.
When he was ready, she was bound.
Years passed, hearts ached silently, and the world around them moved on while they carried each other quietly, like a secret fire.
Then her mother died.
The one person who had always been her shield, her safe harbor, her guide.
The woman who had helped her survive sixteen years of adult life, from teen motherhood to facing cancer, from custody battles to enduring a***e.
And he was there.Not because he could fix everything, but because he was steady.
He held the pieces of her grief when the world threatened to tear them away.
Her hero. Her anchor.
She had faced the worst of life.
A d**g- and alcohol-addicted abuser who had
obsessed over her, controlled her, and twisted need into cruelty.
He had taken her oldest two children, leaving her with the youngest three, shattered, broken, incomplete.
Her mother fought by her side—through legal battles, threats, betrayals.
And all the while, she whispered to him, “You’re my hero to the man who killed the brightest parts of her daughter of Alicia.
When they were younger—just eleven years ago in memory—she had jumped into his truck on the day she graduated medical school.
Two kids in tow, another on the way, terrified, but with faith and courage, she had looked to her mother and said, “See? He’s my hero. I’m going to marry him one day, I promise.”
She didn’t know then how he would use that trust.
How love and need could twist into manipulation.
How the very devotion that made her whole would become the weapon he wielded against her heart.
He demanded her loyalty, her love, not as a partner, but as proof.
Proof that she would always be there.
Proof that she loved him more than herself.
Proof that no one else could touch him, influence him, or make him feel incomplete—because she would always rescue him, always stand for him,
always fight for what he could not.
And she did.
Over and over.
Even when it broke her.
She begged him—for love, for warmth, for just a flicker of the devotion she had poured into him.
She loved him in a way no one else could.
She shielded him from others who sought to use him.
She demanded loyalty when he had promised it.
And every time she did, he hated her more.
Because her love exposed him.
Because her strength revealed his weakness.
Because the only person who truly saw him—who knew him—was her.
And still, she returned.
Even after he hurt her, abandoned her, used her devotion as leverage.
Even after she left, terrified it would destroy her, she came back.
Forgiveness, hope, love—always her heart leading, even when it should have been enough to break her forever.
She was always last.
Pushed aside, discarded, silenced.
Given just enough to keep her wanting, begging, aching.
But never enough to heal the wounds he caused.
And she did not understand—because she was not doing anything wrong.
She was loving him.
Loving him more than anyone could comprehend.
Loving him in ways no one else would, could, or dared.Seeing him. Understanding him. Protecting him. Loving him with a passion that frightened him, angered him, and yet, never truly left him.
Her love was the fire that kept them alive.
And in the end, it was also the force that tore her apart.
Because she gave everything.
And he… could not return it. He could not even give her the honesty that her once best friend she was scared to lose would never have held from her if it meant her happiness could return and she could still be in his corner and her in his arms. This tho wasn't that person it was someone who had truly put a mask on and fooled her for the last few years because the path of his past experiences had broken him and molded him into something truly horrible that she had been f*******n to see until she did and even tho she loved him him for the monster he had become he hated her litterally until her heart stopped because she could clearly see the true him the fragil not strong the at times weak, the used, the played and abused him. That scared him and made him made because she truly loved him enough to pay attention and learn every single thing and details even the ones he fought to keep hidden. Did it make it feel less of a man or less as her better, dis the jealous others who longed for the live she gave him or someone as pretty as she or wven a few for her finally embarrassed him with the cruelty and the lies and evil jokes and harsh lies they said about her. Who knows but her heart stopped because of him. That much we know and he will live forever haunted by the love he will never have again.
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