I hate you. With every fiber of my being I hate you for what you did. Even though it’s been years since I’ve seen you. You fucked me up so bad, I can’t enjoy a healthy relationship. I hate you for what you did to me. You don’t ever sexually assault the one you supposedly love. You don’t hold them down when they can’t even defend themselves because they have a broken bone... I hate you more than anything for what you did. But part of me wants to thank you, because if you hadn’t been so awful. I might not have found him. The man who treats me like a queen, how I’m his first priority. So thanks for leading me to find the love of my life.