How did it feel seeing me at the casino the other day with a huge cast on my leg and crutches, knowing that this was your doing? I keep wondering what must have been going through your mind...Knowing you pushed me, a girl half your size and less than half your weight... You just stared at me and stared at me... How awkward. I was shaking. I just want you to know how happy I have been since I left you. I wasted 2 years of my life being lied to, screamed at, called names, pushed around, used, etc, by you. I feel stupid for having allowed myself to believe you would ever change. My life has been amazing since you left me alone. The only time I wonder about you is when I think about how I wish I could do something to ban you from seeing other girls, because I know how capable you are of hurting someone. I pray to God you don't accidentally kill a girl you're dating in a fit of rage (and often wonder how I made it out alive). I pray that you will get better, but I know that you are sick. You are poison.
I have a new life now and a wonderful boyfriend, who doesn't get upset if I go out for drinks with friends, play video games with the guys or am unable to answer my phone. He understands the meaning of "trust". Our friendship is beautiful and has done much to help me forget YOU...But, seeing you the other night left a bad taste in my mouth. I hate when people ask me what happened because I have to lie. Nobody wants to hear the real truth, because it's awkward. But every time I fudge the story, I feel as if I am protecting you, and you deserve none of that. I know that you read this, so I just want you to know that you suck. —Not a Victim