Unless someone shows through action that they love you, the words are meaningless. No matter how many failed relationships, or attempts at them I’ve had, I will always believe in true love. Trusting people is incredibly hard for me, after all I’ve been through. So when I trusted Mick Jagger, as my idol, as what I thought was my twin it took a lot, but I dove in believing in the best. He created a safe space for me to do so, at first. Taking out my idol, someone I told everything to, someone who I would have done anything for, have done anything for…I was going to cut my life short twenty years to give to him, because I wanted to spend as much time as I could together. The thought of existing without him has plagued me the entirety of my life. I truly, madly, deeply loved him. Once I’m attached, put in the effort I try very hard to make it work. I still find him attractive, but I don’t love nor like him. He’s been the biggest disappointment of my life. I’m not just mourning someone I loved, but someone I looked up to and now have to destroy. I have to put him jail, or he’ll end up killing someone and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
The whole time he was worried about his racist, trash, mediocre kids liking me, when my feelings towards them were the only ones that mattered. I don’t want to be apart of a family like that. Georgia May Jagger is one of the most disgusting people I’ve ever had the displeasure to interact with. Jerry Hall is an embarrassment as a human and a parent. I hate all of Mick’s kids. Nothing is going to stop me from incarcerating as many of them as I can. Georgia, Jade and Lucas especially. So happy they gave me what I need to do so. They are trash. Jade looks like Jabba The Hut, real talk. Georgia ruined both her parents relationships and they’re about to lose everything they built. She also ruined the lives of the people she claims to love like the Hilfiger’s. I escaped a horrific group of people. No way I was giving a blood connection after what I witnessed.
When what Mick and I had felt like love, I was the happiest. We were happy. He ruined it. I’m never going back. He showed me red flags from the very first interaction, but I didn’t want to see it. Then he told me I would never be a mother without him, he was such a powerful witch, a seer, he would make me feel so small, he felt so all knowing. I know the lesson here is I deserve better, not to close off to people, but it’s hard. I never want to see or speak to him again, he added to my trust issues. I know it will get better, he wasn’t my twin even though he felt like it. I’ll let the universe sort it out. It’s all apart of the fairy tale. If someone isn’t showing you through actions they love you, no matter what they say it’s not true. Via: Dr. James Sprouse
