How could you choose to be with and empathise with someone who disregards consent, tortures animals, and emotionally and physically abuses you, but then have such a cold, callous disregard for the mentally ill man who tried to save you, who would do anything for you, after 1 bad emotional outburst via text after a sleepless night spent worrying about your safety? How is that fair? The only logical conclusion to be made was that I must be an even worse monster than a gropey, violent, animal abuser. So now, I play the part you wrote for me… Sorry I went behind your back to protect you, but I couldn’t let her hurt you again. You are cleay better off now with your new man, and you’re welcome for that. My mistake was assuming I’d be stoic enough to do the right thing without acknowledgement. But I needed that acknowledgement, I subconsciously expected you to realize I had been right, for us to make amends, and to have the most beautiful intense love imaginable. When that day never came, I lost all hope and my despair consumed me until nothing was left but resentment and hedonism. I just want to move on but when I close my eyes all I see is you. Knowing I’ll never be able to smell your hair, serenade you or make you laugh again? It really makes me want to die. I have been dead inside for years, nursing a flame that won’t go out.