If you hadn’t been such an overly possessive, controlling, manipulative, emotionally draining, selfish b****, I never would have felt the need to keep most of my life from you. It’s not that I have any reason to hide. I just don’t want you to know what I’m doing. I don’t want you included. I don’t want you to know about what’s going on with my art, I don’t want you a part of my good and bad times, my victories and struggles. I don’t want to tell you what’s going on in my family. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want your opinion. I don’t want to feel like you have any control over me at all. I’m slowly edging away from you, thank God, and maybe one day soon I’ll be able to utterly delete you from my life.

I despise you. But like any emotionally abusive relationship, it’s very hard to break off. But I will one day. I swear.