I don't even remember making this post this morning so that gives you an idea of where my head is at.

I went. It sucked. He sucks. I hate him. I told him I hated him. I wish I could slap his face and make him cry. Yeah I would like to see him cry because I hurt him somehow. Then maybe he would begin to know a shred of how I feel.

Thank you all for your responses. ( PS I have sent him letters on several occasions and I have given him poetry I have written. I have poured my heart out. He still is an %#@&#!.)

So, the scars of therapy, the physical scars? the psychological scars? OMG
I am so %#@&#! toxic and filled with poison. This planet is not big enough for me.