I wake up each morning and go to sleep each night wondering if I'm ever going to be able to get over all the hell you put me through. It's been almost a year since I walked away from you (Hallelujah), but I haven't gone a day without wondering how I made it out alive. I can't seem to shake the abuse, the names you called me, the physical and emotional pain still haunts me and I'm LITERALLY scarred because of your ignorance and bullshit. I hate you. I hate what you did to me and most of all, I hate the fact that you refuse to open your eyes, take responsibility and see the severity of what you put me through. I'm not a victim, or a "princess". I've been through a lot and it irks me that you are such a piece of shit. Seriously, a huge shitbag. God help your new girlfriend if you have one. I suffer every single day, and you move on with no issues, with arrogance. I can proudly say that I am over YOU. I can't wait until I can say I'm over everything you did to me. —D