Going through old writings, and it’s tough.

I should have fought harder.

I should have gotten a restraining order.

I just didn’t — couldn’t — believe, it would get so bad.

It got so bad.

It got worse.

I lost my son.

Would things be different if I’d fought harder in 2008?

In 2012?

I wrote a letter, and didn’t send it.

I wrote it, and showed it to my therapist.

We decided I wasn’t going to send it.

Maybe it would have made things worse.


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  1. "Stuart"

    Here’s an idea, maybe you should have tried in 1995. You didn’t lose me, I was never yours. Maybe if you had actually cared back then as much as you pretend to now, I would have been yours to lose, but you didn’t, and I wasn’t. Maybe if you had even tried to be a mother to me even just one time, things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did. Do you have any idea how long I fantasized about leaving and never looking back? I was afraid of you for so long, long after the point where your abuse had stopped being physical and was purely mental and emotional, because while I didn’t realize it at the time, you had become too afraid of me after my growth spurt in early high school. I didn’t realize that due to how terrified I still was of you. I still remember October 15th every year as my liberation day. You told me that I was worthless, and that no one loved me every day of my life until I believed it. Even after that day, when I finally worked up enough courage to escape, it took me years to shake that from my psyche. The saddest thing is, I think you’re delusional enough and a skilled enough manipulator that you might have gaslit yourself into this fabrication, utter artifice.
    I am not afraid of you anymore.


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