• Better now, I like to think. Still working through some of the anger left from that time because it was an unhealthy crutch I leaned on. Had to work through a lot of complexes I didn’t realize I had.

        And, in a fucked up way, that time gives me pride in who I am. A poly-pan transwoman, everything that would piss him off to see. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud, because I had to get past the hate for myself he tried to push into me. It’s another push to keep standing, speaking and fighting for myself and those like me, because no one should have to walk that path and wear this armor.

    • i totally get it. this isn’t as bad as yours but my “friend” fucked up my mental state for a while, nothing was ever good enough for them, they treated me like an animal that they could control. they’re only nice when they need attention/validation, they would act like nothing happened and that everything was fine after calling me useless just before.