I don't know why you wont leave him. You're such a beautiful girl, but you just can't see it. You deserve so much better then him; the lieing, the tears, the fights, why can't you see it? I'm tired of telling you. I'm tired of hearing about all the bull. I'm tired of telling you that he's not worth it. And I'm tired of hiding from you all the things he's done behind your back. Like the fact that he's cheated more times then you know about. Or that he kept smoking after he promised you he wouldn't. I shouldn't have to hide these things from you, but I know they'd break you. I blame your mother. Piece of s***. She doesn't even deserve you. You're my best friend, and I wish I could shield you from these things, but I know I can't. In a year, we'll be off to probably separate colleges. What happens then? I can't come and pick you up after a night of fighting with him. And I've told you this. The world shouldn't revolve around him. You should be happy all the time, not just when it's convenient for him. He hits you. He yells at you. He controls you. You can't say that's not true, but damnit, it is. If he calls you, you're expected to be there. If he says not to see these people, or wear those clothes, you don't even think about doing either. It shouldn't have to be that way, but you have to realize that. I can't do it for you.

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