I hate you. I fucking hate you. You can't keep popping in my dreams. You can't keep talking about how you're changing and how I was simply misguided. I know you're not here. I know that you're only here when I dream.

I know you haven't changed and I know you won't. You're a pathological liar and a psychopath. You abused me sexually and mentally and toyed with every aspect of me. You led me to believe that my sexuality and gender were something I needed to hide. That I was the one that needed to go and get intensive help.

You tried to get me to get rid of my son. Any claim you lay on him is invalid. I was pregnant with him, you psycho.

I will celebrate the day I am finally free of you. I have been waiting forever to get rid of you.

I will be free. I am free. I will conquer my PTSD that you gave me. I will win this case and be successful.

I am my own and my son is happy and healthy and brilliant. He is nothing like you, nothing at all.

Fuck you because I'm on my way to getting better.