Puppets and Marionettes

I collapse on the floor. I don't know if it's because of the shock, or because of the revelation.

He had blinded me, by giving me everything I had wanted. I thought he wanted to help me, but instead, by spoiling me, I was the one who gave him everything he needed. I had become a puppet, his puppet, letting him pull my strings.

Love is blind.

Now I truly understand why my mother hated love so much. Wait, it was never love anyway. He had only used me, a mere step to the next level. And being the naive soul I was, I had given him everything. Allowed him to manipulate me.

Turning my back, I prepare to walk out the door. He calls out to me, trying to give me "everything I needed", trying bribe me again.

Tempting. Without hesitation, I step past the threshold. 

Maybe it's time I pulled my own strings.