I hate him. I really do. I’m so done being taken for granted, so done crying over him, so done. I know I’ll say this for days to come but I gave him this authority. I hate him for doing this to me. I hate him for having the audacity to do this. Broken beyond repair. I don’t know how many days it’ll take to recover from this. I want this to be over. I want to be normal again. I want to become who I was. Why did I let him in again? I knew this would happen and I chose to be an idiot about it. I never thought I’ll revisit old wounds like this and I still can’t take in the fact that he would do this to me. How could he? After all we went through? After breaking me enough times is he not satisfied? I know this isn’t the end. I feel it in my bones that it isn’t. But the question is… “What is?”