I Saw him today. Not the bad one but the second one. My second ex and my second abuser.
I saw him and all I wanted to do was cry and scream.
I didn’t say anything.
I just ran.
Talking about them and what they did is hard, but seeing them. That’s inpossible.
When I see him, all I see is who I was and how that girl that I once was is gone.
The little girl who was comfortable and safe, she isn’t around anymore.
I cant even bring myself to talk to them and let them know how I feel.
But what good would it do. Would they listen? Would they care? Or is that just setting me up for a worse life? A bigger story?
I don’t know and I don’t plan to find out.