You told me he wasn't a bad guy. The man who hit me. The man who broke me mentally. The man who tore me down as a human. The man who has physically changed my life. I cannot wear certain things because it puts too much pressure on my ribs. I cannot lay on my stomach because my ribs stick out and it pushes on them too much. You said the man who made me hate myself, the man that made me cut, the man who made me consider killing myself, wasn't a bad guy. He isolated me from the world, cut me off from everything and broke me down. He broke me to the point where all i felt was anger and hatred, i cried myself to sleep at night, my friends had to support me while i doubled over in pain. You said he was not a bad guy and made me feel crazy. I was shaking and crying. I felt as if what i've been through didn't matter, like it wasn't a big deal. You made it feel as if my deep hatred for him wasn't necessary or valid.
Broken as a human, broken emotionally and physically. Bruised and weak. Shaking and cold. Scared and alone. Not allowed to eat because my taste buds didn't match his. Starving and in pain. You said he wasn't a bad guy. YOU SAID HE WASN'T A BAD GUY!
He is a bad guy. I know he is. Im not crazy, at least i hope.
