That was my last apology. I am not the weak person that I used to be. I am not wrapped around his finger; I am finally my own person with my own dreams, ideas, and opinions. I will not allow myself to be stepped on any longer by anyone. I’m important too. Maybe not to him, to you, or to 99% of the world, but to someone I am important. I t****** my loose ends and apologized for everything I could have ever possibly done. Now I quit. Now I’m gone and out of your life and living my own. I have the best friends I could have ever asked for and it’s all because he broke me down to nothing and they picked me up and adopted me into their “crew.” They are beautiful in their own crazy ways. Thanks to him, I found the strength I needed to be a real person, and not just a shell that conforms to everything. He broke me down to nothing and made me want to die, but now I have such a beautiful life. And it’s all because when I hit rock bottom, I was forced to go back up. I learned that you can’t just give up. You can’t get halfway through the day and say, “I quit.” It doesn’t work like that. Time will drag you along with it. You have to either get through the day or die, and death is not an option. You can’t stop time, and eventually you’ll be back in your bed, safe and sound.
