Yeah, I got over this feeling, I think it was bitterness. Like I wanted him to try and contact me again so I would lose my cool with him.
I keep myself so calm and collected, I don't even realize when I stuff down feelings anymore. I'm actually not even bothered by the whole thing anymore.
I don't know if that says something about my feelings of self worth or what.
Like, it took four rapes that I was thinking about to write that heated poem- but now I don't feel like I'm even angry for what he did (the most recent occurrence), just sorta a mixed feeling of sadness and emptiness.
I'm not seeing a Therapist. My psychiatrist keeps telling me I should, but I really don't have the funds.
I think I have some good healthier coping skills. I should be fine . . ..