Update.

I don't know what it is that made me not hate you for so long. You hurt me for months, and I never said a word. The man I loved is gone, because you put it in my head that he was no good. So what that I found out later that he raped someone? Giving up on him was something I should of done by myself, without you involved. You have no idea what kind of hold you had on me. If you said jump, I would of asked how high. I feel like you used me in a way. Did you really care that much about me? To turn around and tell people that I tried to sexually get to you? Touch you? Yeah right. I went months without sex and you slept with every guy that came along.

I've unpacked everything, fully moved back in with my family. I've been living with them for some time now, but I was scared to fully move back in. Was it because she had such a tight grip on me. Telling me that it wouldn't be long till we had our own place. Or maybe it was because it was our room. I have to many memories in this room because of him, and it makes me sick. But now, I'm taking my space back, this is my home.

As for now, dinner, some drinks, and video games.